Dr. Octopus

I'm going to be a clerk. I hope I don't hurt anybody.

More importantly, I hope nobody hurts me.

I recently attended a series of lectures that outlined how many ways I could accidentally kill a patient in the hospital, and the many ways I could be emotionally, financially, and literally screwed by their lawyers. The main point I took away from the series was that in clerkship, and superheroing, with great power comes great responsibility.

Except I have no powers. I can't climb walls, shoot webs from my wrists, or arrive just in time at the scene of a crime in the chill of night like a streak of light. I can't even iron my clerk coat properly. It's perpetually wrinkly. I think I lost my name tag again.

So what hope is there for us clerks?

Fortunately, Spiderman doesn't iron his costume. And he doesn't need a name tag. And he still manages to handle great responsibility.

We have ironed coats and name tags (most of us). Clearly we're more prepared to handle great responsibility than Spiderman.

Clerkship here I come.

Your friendly neighborhood medical student.