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Wednesday, January 3, 2007

My Medical School Interview!

My medical school interview at the Medical College of Ohio had finally arrived! I was nervous, but super excited because I had heard in medical school interviews, I would get to talk about my favorite subject - me!

Anyways, it was January, and I was going to fly out of Raleigh, NC and spend a chillaxing night at the Hilton. However, shortly after my American Novel class, it started to flurry in North Carolina. A whole 1 cm of snow stuck to the ground. A panic ensued; all the worried parents got on Highway 40 (the only road to the airport) to save their children from the grave danger of flurries, people left their jobs early, and moms rushed to the grocery store to buy milk, bread and batteries to battle the impending apocalypse with an extra vigor.

I was worried - I had to get to Ohio! My parents and I set out to go to the airport, but Highway 40 was backed up for miles. We moved 2 miles in 6 hours because of the fear the flurries had caused. Nevertheless, I decided to be late for my interview and took the first flight out the next morning.

I got to the Toledo airport at 10 AM. I was super tired because I had spent all night practicing answers to questions like, "Who invented PCR?" and "What kind of vegetable would you be?" When I I inquired about a taxi service, the man started to laugh at me and said, "We don't have taxis in Toledo" (I look back on that and want to shoot myself in the eye for my naivete). He pointed me in the direction of a ten-seat, black stretch limo (the type seniors take to the prom and pack themselves in, drinking wine they stole from their parents in) parked on the curb.

I was so desperate, I got on the limo and went to MCO. I prayed no one would see me pull up to my interview in a prom-style limo complete with porn style lights. I did not know that the whole Mulford building was made of glass, however. And so, I pulled up to my medical school interview big pimping, P. Diddy style.

--By Mariam Q., who wants to give a shout out to my homie Naadia who pays for people's dinners even when ain't EVER met them.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm picturing you as an eggplant, but since I've never met you, I have no idea if that is accurate. Thoughts?

Anonymous said...

thanks for the shout out... i know i can always count on you to make me feel better about myself... you are such a good friend... at least i come up with contingency plans for when we have to cover hotel scandals...

Farrah said...

Eggplant is pretty accurate, but Mariam is too busy studying to confirm. What a typical eggplant?! - not devoting enough time to blogging.

Mariam said...

Anna-Liisa, you have won my heart with your eggplant comment. Your randomness reminds me of myself, who I consider to be pretty awesome. Farrah is lucky to have you.

Naadia, we changed hotels bec. ALL HOTELS ARE BOOKED ON A MONDAY NIGHT IN AUG. xoxo