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SMS 2nd Look = Science Camp on steroids + EtOH + Partial Nudity

So after one gets into a medical school, said school invites one back for a weekend to win one’s heart away from competing wooers. Such weekends are called “second look” weekends or “revisit” weekends.

Stanford’s revisit was this past weekend and I’m still recovering. In my case, no wooing was needed; I was already convinced that Stanford was the place for me. This was mostly because during my interview, the admissions office connected me with soon-to-be-SMS-graduate-and-already-a-published-novelist Josh Spanogle.

In addition to writing amazing medical thrillers, Josh recently matched for a medicine internship at Stanford Hospital and then a dermatology residency at the Mayo Clinic. For those not entwined in medical culture, that achievement translates roughly to “Josh kicked some suuuurrreeeous butt as a med student”.

Anyway, talking to Josh convinced me that there was no better place for one to write novels while ensconcing oneself in the healing arts and interdisciplinary scholarship.

Meanwhile, revisit weekend convinced me there’s no better med school to dance until 3am and then eat cereal / go for bicycle rides through redwoods out to the ocean / swim outside year-round.

But there is one thing concerning me. With its scholarly concentrations (a bit like undergrad majors that one then does original research within), and with is amazing focus on interdisciplinary collaboration, SMS provides ideal circumstances to study many different things that fascinate me AND I WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN THEM ALL!

Hmmm…maybe this is a different blog: Blake’s strange desire to do everything / over-commit himself. Yeah, I should save that for another time and get back to writing Spellbound.

Ssss’okay….here I go.

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2 Responses to “SMS 2nd Look = Science Camp on steroids + EtOH + Partial Nudity”

  • That desire to do everything and over-commit: rabid pre-medder, right?!

  • Yeah, probably. Seems to me though that most rabid premeds are a bit schizophrenic: they (and by ‘they’ I mean ‘me’, when I was one) hop between wanting to do _everything_ all the time and wanting to do only a very few things but do them _perfectly_. Oh…wait…wait…yep, still am struggling with that one. Hold on while I check my mouth for spittle…okay…I’m clear…no rabidity returning. Phew. Those anti-premed-rabies shots *hurt*.

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