what should we call med school

I worked at a corn stand when I was 14. My tip jar said “College Fund” because well, Med School is expensive guys. All those quarters help.

This lady stops by, gets some corn (which I bag for her) and then points out my tip jar.

“You know, college isn’t the best thing to do with your time.”

I kinda look at her funny, trying to register what she said. Because it’s 2 pm, I’ve been in the sun with nothing but corn and customers since 10 am.

“You’ll never have fun in college.” She insists, unbagging her corn to make sure I didn’t poison it or something idk

So I explain my plans for med school, thinking that this lady figures I want to go to college for sororities and parties or something and should travel with that. My plans were pretty impressive plans for a 14 year old, by the way.

“Well you ought to travel, that’s how you’ll learn.“cod

It hits me. This lady is what we in the Finger Lakes call "Lake People.” People who come down from the cities to the lakes to spend the summer, people with oodles of money to spend on $0.50 an ear corn.

“No ma'am, I couldn’t afford to do that. I’m becoming a Doctor.”

“Well what if that doesn’t work out?” She demands, manicured hands now stuffing the corn back into the bag. It doesn’t fit now. I’m not helping her.

I look her in the eyes, a sickly sweet smile on my face as I clench my shorts. It’s 90 degrees. I’m sunburned, tired and now I have to deal with this lady, who thinks my ambitions are a waste of time.

“If it doesn’t work out, I’ll marry a rich man and bear him many babies.”

I hand her an extra bag.

Just For The Summer: Chapter Five

The townie and the tourist: it’s practically a cliche, but Bellamy can’t exactly help himself.  Rated M, Chapter 5/5.  (Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four.)

Five Years Later

Bellamy tapped his foot impatiently as the girl in front of him explained her complicated order.  Buying coffee was a luxury he couldn’t really afford, but until he bought himself a coffee maker it was his only option.  O had flat out refused to let him take theirs, which Bellamy felt was rather unfair since between her salary as a sheriff’s deputy and Lincoln’s as a park ranger they could easily afford a new one.  But she insisted, arguing that since she was the one who bought them a coffee maker in the first place with her summer earnings from Indra’s, it was hers to keep.  (Bellamy probably could have put up more of a fight, but seeing as O’s job helped him finish undergrad he decided to just let it go).

But this meant that Bellamy had to navigate his first week of a master’s degree program without a coffee maker, and the cup he’d finished during his TA seminar just wasn’t cutting it.  The door opened, bringing in a puff of steamy air.

“Bellamy?”

His heart plunged into his stomach before he consciously recognized the voice.  He turned slowly, wondering if this was a particularly vivid nightmare from which he would soon wake up.  But there she was, looking just the way he remembered.  Her long blonde hair framed her face and her lips were pink and full, her coral sundress revealing her collarbone and ending just above her knees.  His lungs seemed to have stopped working and he stared for far too long.  “Clarke,” he managed, because he didn’t think this could be real.


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