Delivery Expert, M.D.

Summer has finally conceded in its struggle to linger and Autumn took its reign as the temperature drops mercifully and the wind creeps up slowly to agitation in the Inland Empire. The struggle of the seasons parallels the uneasiness inside my mind.

The Step 3 scores came. I failed by three points. I knew it was a risk taking it before residency. I don't know how a fail attempt will affect my application. Kern Hospital sent their rejection letter today. Gloomy outlooks all around. On top of all this, I have been working for Domino's Pizza for the past three weeks as their "Delivery Expert." Tips are good on most days. I get along with everyone. The customer seems to have friendly responses. Yet, the idea of Delivery Expert, M.D. is a bit discouraging. I bursted this bubble of depression as I self-reassure that it is only a temporary situation and I am slowly paying off my credit card bill.

I miss Big Bear Lake. I miss Vista Lane. But most of all, I miss I. It has been more than three months and we still have not set a date to meet. He sent me some of his shirts that he outgrew. I have been wearing them the last couple days. That is the closest that we can get to each other for now.