It's funny, when I was 29 I was teaching college, and I guess I hadn't quite gotten over my love of student life, and I do love that student-questing-crazy energy. I was really skirting the line between wanting to have their respect, and just wanting them to think I was cool. I'm sure I'm over that now, and hopefully when I get back into the classroom it will be a different experience.
I have a friend who is my age, and he's the head of his department at a hospital. He's not just a doctor, he's a Boss of the Boss of the residents kind of doctor. But he looks about 16, always has. When there's a new crop of residents he just loves when a few of them decide he's a med student, and they're all snotty and condescending and rude to him (as residents are to med students...weird culture, medicine). And then the next day they're introduced to him in passing, by their bosses, as The Head Guy. He just loves that little wide-eyed look of silent terror that he gets then.
Forgive him for these unkind moments. When you're always mistaken for a 16 year old (by patients and their families, too), you get your jollies where you can.
I have a friend who is my age, and he's the head of his department at a hospital. He's not just a doctor, he's a Boss of the Boss of the residents kind of doctor. But he looks about 16, always has. When there's a new crop of residents he just loves when a few of them decide he's a med student, and they're all snotty and condescending and rude to him (as residents are to med students...weird culture, medicine). And then the next day they're introduced to him in passing, by their bosses, as The Head Guy. He just loves that little wide-eyed look of silent terror that he gets then.
Forgive him for these unkind moments. When you're always mistaken for a 16 year old (by patients and their families, too), you get your jollies where you can.
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