When I was a kid, we spent Thanksgiving at my cousins’ in Virginia. Everything was foreign to us there. There was Chick-fil-A, people speaking a foreign language (or was that just a strong southern accent?), and no need for a jacket and mittens in November.
My uncle would always be up early in the morning. A real southern gentleman, he would pour our cereal for us. I think it really surprised him when I got into med school, because for years, he would say to me as he was pouring the milk for my cereal: “Say when.” This was completely foreign terminology. So, when I had enough milk in my cereal, I said, “When.”
And now, med school, I am saying, “When.” It’s time to stop studying and get at least 8 hours of sleep. I’m making amateur mistakes.