Nina
“Well? What’s your assignment?” Jessica asked.
“Um… sports medicine,” I replied, handing the phone back.
Jessica looked confused. “I thought you wanted-”
“Surgery, yeah,” I said, grabbing my bag and heading for the door with Jessica on my heels. First thing in the morning, I would go to the dean of the medical school and ask for a reassignment.
“And why do you want to be reassigned?” the dean asked as I stood in front of her desk the next day. She was a curly-haired woman with glasses and a hard face.
I swallowed and tried to calm my nerves. “It’s just… not the direction I was hoping to take,” I replied. “I don’t like sports medicine.”
“You can’t just ask to be reassigned because you don’t like the internship,” the dean said. “And besides, you haven’t even tried it yet. How do
