Today, I graduated from medical school. Today, I’ve officially earned the right to call myself “Doctor.” I have to admit that I don’t feel particularly different today than I did yesterday. I’m no smarter, no more responsible, no more respectable, and definitely no more competent today than I was yesterday. But today, they called me “Doctor” and handed me a diploma.
I already wrote a little about overnight call before, and even mentioned the slumber party comparison at the time. I thought it would make for a cute comic, though, so here it is. When I was little, my sleepovers consisted mostly of late-night chick flicks, too much junk food, and a healthy dose of gossip. Pillow fights were a rare occurrance.