Med School-Letter One

Dear Med School,

It's me, Amanda Shubert. I believe you have taken my husband and I am writing this letter demanding him back. I have figured you out. You still have many people deceived, but I am on to you and your trickery.

When people find out that Chris attends medical school, we usually hear something like, "Oh, what a great career choice," or "Wow, you're gonna make a lot of money one day." Oh Med School, have you ever fooled people. You have crept into our marriage. You have become the determiner of where we live, when we will have children, and how often we get to spend time as a married couple. Sleep schedules are pure chaos because of you, Med School. Pagers, texts, emails, phone calls, it never stops. The ever-increasing cost of tuition-let's not go there. We all know that we will be indebted to you forever, Med School. Most conversations revolve around you, Med School. My husband spends so much time with you that he has a difficult time talking about other things. I know you are trying to take away his social skills too, but you are no match for me and my friend, Sociology.

Med School, you do have a lot of annoying characteristics, but I guess you really aren't all bad. After all, you have taught my husband an awful lot about, well, medical stuff. He is great at answering random medical questions from friends and family, and he even is good a diagnosing issues, too. I think he has probably saved many lives already. He also seems to be especially popular among the little old ladies. And one day, like fifteen or twenty years from now, the money will probably be worth all of your hassles. But until then, I will continue to fight you for time with my husband. And no, Med School, I am NOT ready to meet your older brother, Residency.

Until we collide again,

Amanda K Shubert