It might seem like medical school applications — after years of 70-80 hour work weeks and studying for the MCAT — are the dash to the finish line, but they are not. I’m writing a billion miniature essays. Figuratively a billion. Literally. Which is why I have not been writing a billion blog posts, miniature or…
Because once you’re poor, and schizophrenic, and alone, the safety net merely waves at you as you fall through.