Writing the Essay

No, my fellow fighting violets, I'm not talking about the required writing seminar at NYU that all freshman must take in some form or another. I'm referring to a little step in the residency application process known as the Personal Statement.

Though he's been talking about writing his first draft for the past few weeks, Mr. finally sat down last night and hammered out what turned out to be a nearly 800 word piece on how he came to choose orthopedic surgery. While I'm not sure if there is a specific word count, my cousin's statement (which received high praise) was just about 600 words long. Better too long for a first draft, so I feel this is a good start. Of course, after the edits I made to it this morning, it is now 2 words longer. Oops!

If I were the applicant, I think the personal statement would be one of my favorite elements. For one, I'd get to talk about myself, but more importantly I'd really use the opportunity to make those who read them see me as an individual and not merely a list of accomplishments. Mr., on the other hand, finds this element particularly stressful. It's rare for the personal statement to help you, but it can very easily hurt you. As an otherwise highly competitive candidate, Mr. primarily aims to "do no harm" with his statement but is nervous because he's not necessarily a strong writer...or so he thinks.

Upon listening to what Mr. tells me what he wants to say and then reading what he actually puts down on paper, it seems that he was taught ridiculous writing rules that are decent guidelines when first learning how to organize one's thoughts but very restricting parameters when attempting to be eloquent and eye-catching. As a result, my favorite phrases from his statement arose when he told me something and I responded, "write that down, just like you said it" and continued to insist despite his concerns that it wasn't the proper essay structure.

At this point, I imagine some of you are probably thinking, "Come on now, M. Your writing isn't exactly brilliant; where do you get off giving writing advice?" And that is certainly a fair point. My writing is not brilliant, but my reading is. At some point in almost all my jobs and internships, I have been assigned the task to read or proof things, not just for grammatical errors but for content and style as well. I once went through a pile of film scripts and was asked to discard any that weren't interesting after the first 10 pages or so. Another time I reworded descriptions of corporate event planning offerings in client presentations. As a legal secretary, I was often given the task of drafting correspondence to our clients or fixing the correspondence written by associates. Though I had many weaknesses as a producer, I'd like to think one of my strengths (as evidenced by the reviews and my other small successes) is piece selection. I know good work when I see it whether its intent is to entertain, to sell, or to simply just communicate. And though I often lack the talent to create good work from scratch, I truly enjoy tweaking rough drafts to help turn them into final, polished products.

So, this morning I took a look at Mr.'s first draft. I printed a copy and went to town with my pen. Then, I opened the Word doc, set the page to "track changes" and created a redline. After saving and printing the redline, I accepted all changes to give Mr. a clean draft with my edits. I'm sure there will be many more incarnations of Mr.'s personal statement. I don't even know if he'll accept any of my advice, but at the very least it's certainly fun to witness this creative work.

Photo by CPSutcliffe

Away Rotation Update

As mentioned earlier, Mr. applied for two visiting student clerkships ("away rotations") in orthopedic surgery in the midwest. They're both strong programs. One is at a very good hospital affiliated with a top-notch university in an extremely popular city. Let's call that Program A. The other is a strong program with seemingly very happy residents in a city that is far less exciting to most but is halfway between our families and thus very desirable for us. We'll call it Program B.

The application for Program A required listing up to 2 alternative courses and 3 alternative dates. They also needed his Step 1 scores, a letter of recommendation, and his transcript in addition to all of the other usual administrative things. So, he applied for Ortho, Peds Ortho, and Trauma for July, September, and October.
The application for Program B required listing up to 4 alternative combinations of elective + date. So that he wouldn't be scheduling any conflicts, he listed a number of different ortho electives all in the month of August.

As STM's hubby heard back from the many programs he applied to, Mr. and I became antsy. We thought he'd be fine, but we wanted to know something. I would bug him every night when I got home, asking if he'd heard any news, and he would remind me that he would let me know as soon as he heard.

Then, today as I walked back to my office after lunch, typing a text to my friend in the Navy to see if he's in town for Fleet Week, my iphone vibrated. At first I thought I had a new email - a google news alert about the Schumer governance bill or something. However, for once today I had no new emails. Then I saw the little number by my SMS icon. New text message. From Mr.:
"I have been accepted to rotate at [Program A] in July for orthopedics."
I called him as fast as I could hit the speed dial on the touch screen. I can't remember our brief conversation, but I couldn't contain my excitement. Not only is this a great opportunity for him, but it also means that so far, things are going as planned. I'm very much looking forward to getting home tonight and reading his acceptance e-mail. Then we'll tell his Program A city friends that he'll be staying with them and figure out how much we'll pay them. I'll also start looking for flights to visit him.

Are wives normally this excited upon learning their husband will be gone for a month? :)

Minor Vent

So, Mr. is a bit of a neat-freak. I often drive his little OCD-lite self nutty when it takes me two weeks to unpack or if I place a used shirt next to the hamper instead of in it. If I had my druthers, I'd keep up my slightly sloppy ways, but I try to be better about things for the sake of Mr.'s sanity.

Of course, when he then falls short, I get frustrated. For example, he always seems to forget to place a new trash bag in the kitchen trash can after he takes out the trash. Now taking out the trash is great! And in my former life, I would have just been happy about him taking out the trash. Except, if I were the one to forget to put in a new bag, he would point it out in a "you know better than this" type of tone. And because of that, I get annoyed. However, I don't want to nit-pick, so instead I point it out and say, "if I did this, you would get mad". Or "guess what you forgot again!" in a cheery tone. He takes it well...but still always forgets the darn bag!

Then there's the bed making. I don't like to make the bed when nobody is going to see it. In fact, making the bed every day may actually be unhealthy. But, again, it's something Mr. is picky about, so we do it. The deal is the last person out of bed makes the bed. That's usually Mr. so it works out for me. However, last night I put new sheets on the bed late at night...right before bed... When I was finished, Mr. noted my sloppy execution ...not in a mean way, it was kinda cute, but still, it was right before bed. You know, when we were going to mess up the sheets anyway?
It didn't affect me at the time, but it did irk me a little when I discovered this morning that Mr. (who wakes up after me but leaves before me this rotation) didn't make the bed. Normally I would leave it, but we have house guests coming today who are getting in while Mr. and I are both at work. Oy. Vey. Really??

So, I rushed to make the bed and then subsequently missed my bus. Luckily I wasn't late, but I cut it very close!

Ah well. No harm, no foul...

American Fried Rice

First year of medical school, Mr. lived with two of his classmates. Both really chill, nice guys, they are also both Chinese-American. Why does that matter? Because they taught Mr. how to cook Fried Rice. Toward the end of first year as I was about to move in, all three boys made dinner, and I - one of the pickiest eaters ever - tried fried rice for the first time. It was fine and probably made wonderfully, but when it came my turn to make it, I put my own (bland Americana) twist on it.

I call it American Fried Rice.


It's a pretty balanced dish and really inexpensive to make, so here's what you need:

• Vegetable Oil (or whatever oil you prefer)
• 3 cups of rice (day-old works best, but you can make it fresh as well)
• 3 hot dogs, cut into 1/2" cubes
• 1/2 cup? (I eyeball it...) of frozen peas
• 1/2 cup (again, eyeball) of frozen corn
• (any other veggies you want to include)
• 3 eggs
• Salt/pepper and any other seasoning you'd like
  

Here's how you do it:

1. If not using day-old rice, cook rice.
2. Scramble eggs with salt and pepper in separate bowl and set aside.
3. Chop hot dogs into 1/2" cubes (or smaller)
4. Pour a little bit of oil in a large pan over medium heat and move pan to coat with a thin layer of oil.
5. Cook hot dogs
6. Add corn, peas & any other veggies to the pan to cook for roughly 5 minutes.
7. Add rice to the pan, and stir all ingredients together.
8. Add eggs to the pan and stir so that everything is mixed well
9. Continue to fry until the egg mixture is coating all of the rice and is no longer raw.
10. Turn off heat and serve!

As a main dish, this makes about 4 servings. As a side dish, I imagine it makes about 8 servings.

If you have picky kids, this recipe might be worth a shot! :) I do, after all, have the palate of a 5 year-old...

Being Kiki

My sorority little once read a celebrity magazine article where some female superstar mentioned her personal assistant/best friend. I think her name was Cocoa or something like that, because we then joked about me being my little's Kiki (also the name of the Julia Roberts character in America's Sweethearts). While I suppose some might be offended at the implication that they would be an assistant to their friend, I found it both flattering and fitting.

The last few years it has become clear that I love doing stuff for my friends. Most recently, I found sublets for my friend's friend who's moving here for a month with her sister starting next week as well as one for my friend who's moving here indefinitely in a month. It actually worked out that by doing so, I was able to help out two different sorority sisters unload their apartments for short periods of time.

I also made a google map for my friend who's moving here, mapping out neighborhood gyms, grocery stores, and landmarks in the area where she'll be working. For my little, I helped her to find a venue for a play her mother is producing as well as shared employment contracts I had used as a producer for her mother and her to work off of.

Let's not forget my spreadsheets that I've made for Mr., either. I actually have spreadsheets for Ophtho, ENT, and Ortho, but I only really update the ortho one any more.

Anyway, the point is I love this stuff. I love researching and organizing life. I like creating systems and playing an active role in transactions. I love this stuff so much that I'll spend my time working on this stuff instead of on studying during finals week.

And well, because of this, I think I'm really going to enjoy being a doctor's wife. From scheduling residency interviews to keeping track of the household budget while Mr. spends 80+ hours in the hospital, I will always have a project.

...and when that's not enough, I'm sure my friends will keep me plenty busy as well. And if that fails, I suppose I could become a professional life assistant... I think I'll go by "Kiki". ;)