This current week has been dominated by medical school orientation here in Chicago; enter one straight week of the awkward ritual of making friends, standing around, long pauses, and feigning interest in a variety of topics. I don't know when I started to hate icebreakers. Maybe when I realized that despite the fact they were so corny, they worked really well. It's like a bad joke that never get old.

This summation of this experience will be a 'booze cruise' that I believe will embody every sense of the phrase. The only problem will be the number of professors on the boat at the same time. I've learned that the smell of whiskey doesn't leave the breath, skin, or clothes quicky. Nothing like talking to someone four times your age while they estimate the number of Manhattans that have made you so sociable and confident in your educational choices.

Note: I would have included a picture with this post, but when you search for "medical school" and "humor" in google, nothing funny comes back. I think its an omen.