So in my recent trip to Montreal, I paid an old friend a visit, let’s call him “K”. K is exactly my age and he is well into med school. He is already administrating medical procedures on people! Woah.

We sat on a park bench while I was asking him questions like, “How do you deal with the blood?”
“Don’t you get nauseated?”
“Aren’t you scared of making a mistake?”
“Isn’t this all stressful?”

K was very humble as he kept on playing it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s not hard, it’s okay, you get used to it,” etc.

A guy who had been listening in to our conversation from another park bench got up and scoffed out loud, “I am an artist and I make $80, 000 a year!”