One quick story

So probably the strangest thing about med school so far is....you guessed it! The co-ed anatomy lab locker room! Where you go to change into your cadaver-juice-stained scrubs/old sweats/sacrificial ratty jeans and white lab coat that looks like it belongs to a butcher. A butcher that would probably fail a health inspection. To make matters worse, the locker room isn't a normal one with rows and benches. No, that would afford too much privacy. It's an open rectangle. We're also assigned locker partners.


Just like the co-ed bathrooms at Berkeley, it was an adjustment.


The first dissection day, in modesty, I simply pulled my scrubs over what I wore to school--a tank top and shorts. And then when I got home, I smelled like formaldehyde. The whole soiled-clothing-over-clean-clothing thing makes everything soiled. Whoops.


Then there was the issue of being on time to class. We have lab pin quizzes at the start of every dissection. The anatomy lab is located like, three floors underground (CREEPY), and when the class prior runs overtime, I run to the locker room and rip off my clothes like nobody's business. Because really, it's nobody's business. Our class may be 66% male (seriously who balanced that admissions equation? I need more gal pals!) but chances are, we are all too preoccupied with making sure our nasty clothing doesn't touch our mouths....or so I like to believe.


Awwwwkward. But we're all going to be doctors, right? Just not each others', I hope.