Monday, March 27, 2006
To be honest, I really can't remember the transition from brushing to a career. But, one thing that I can always recall is the fear: fear of the dentist, fear of "The Drill," fear of the cavity. I never quite understood how a 300 pound paint guy at the local Home Depot could be transformed into a helpless infant at the site of dental pick. But, the most incredible thing about it is that no one can recall a single time they considered suing a dentist for being too painful or the food scraps from the last Thanksgiving that they had neglected to remove before their last dental visit.I mean, come on, isn''t your fault that your teeth suck?
And, no, using Scope three times a day does not replace the need for a brush; you might as well be using your fingers.
Anyways, I embarked on college with the thought of one day going to dental school. I didn't necessarily and still don't believe that teeth are the answer I need in my life, but as of now I can't turn myself away from it. In my eyes, I should give it a chance. After all, I would like to instill fear in even the toughest guys, since I don't have a chance to do it otherwise.
Being a dentist was put on the backburner for the next two years as I looked to somehow complete a worthless coursload in the physical sciences. Believe it or not, dentists are expected to go through everything that your run-of-the-mill physician goes through for a bachelors except the MCAT. Dentists take the DAT, the Dental Admissions Test, which is basically a huge crossword puzzle. I mean, this thing is way bigger than the NY times could ever dream up. So, I've been practicing everything from Soduku to those half price Barnes and Noble "Which pattern comes next," to the point where I am really thinking I have a beautiful mind.
But, becoming a dentist is a ways away. Like physics, dentistry pervades our very existence, especially my own, and I look forward to bringing these issues to light.
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