Dan and I met at Estes Park for our medical school class retreat. I decided to run (unopposed) for class vice president, and this was my speech:
So. Yeah! I'm so
thrilled to be here. I can't WAIT to meet everyone. I know that I can prove, to
each and every one of you, that I am 100% responsible, serious about this job,
and a skeezy, shmoozing brown noser. And now, I will entertain you with some
gratuitous doctor jokes.
Did you hear about the
baby born in the high tech delivery room? --It was cordless!
Nurse, how is that
little boy doing, the one who swallowed 10 quarters? --No change yet!
I've never held a
formal officer position before. However, I did some babysitting in junior high
and high school. I totally think that counts. Haha. No, really... I've also
been a camp counselor. And a sexual assault peer counselor, on blahblah
committees, blahblah honor roll, an uber-liberal crusader writing on internet
forums for the good of mankind, a program director in pediatric burns at
Harborview hospital, and a stripper.
As you can see, I'm
probably overqualified. Fyi... that last bit was a joke. Not that there is
anything shameful about partaking in America's fine sex trade. Hookers are your
neighbors, too.
So, uh, I'm looking at the job description here, and
it, like, looks totally doable. Lemme see... organize stuff, vote on things...
basically just be there on the off chance that both co-Presidents kick the
bucket.
