I never did like Forrest Gump’s line about life being like a box of chocolates. There are no surprises in a box of chocolates, not really. Chocolate boxes come with those little paper liners that tell you exactly what each kind of chocolate is.
No, life is like dipping your hand into a bag of jellybeans. Sometimes you get the coveted sour apple, and your parotid starts workin’ it in anticipation. And sometimes, you strike out and get the evil “butter” flavored jellybean. (Who decided butter was an appropriate candy flavor? Just thinking about it makes me wince.)
I was feelin’ all sour apple yesterday night, because I had a rocking world lit seminar, and I came home to find that I was accepted to an away rotation at UCSF. Woo! I even managed to find myself a lead on a good looking place to stay during that month. The area around UCSF (the Inner Sunset? What a name) sounds just like the Upper West Side — independent shops, close to the Park, safe and walkable — but with Washington Heights prices. Thumbs up, UCSF!
And then today. I had a meeting with my Dean to discuss residency application/elective scheduling and she … she shot me down. With a freaking bazooka. Basically, there are lots of people applying to neuro this year, and compared to them, my grades aren’t good enough, my scores aren’t good enough, my dual degree “won’t count” because it’s not a research year. And whereas last year (when there were only 2 applicants) I could have had my sweet pick of places, this year I’ll have to apply all over the country and hope I manage to get at least half interviews. Oh, and my financial aid might be screwed up as well.
I tell you, I walked out of that office and straight across the street to my favorite bagelry for some full-fat walnut raisin cream cheese. And chocolate milk. And then I came home and baked cookies.
I think we can see where this is headed.
Anyway, the only point to this story is that walnut raisin cream cheese/chocolate milk/molasses cookies are way, way better than butter-flavored jelly beans.