The day I completed my sociology dissertation, I felt like a king. I was one step closer to finally accomplishing my dream of becoming a physician-scientist. To complement this feeling of royalty, my wife and I found ourselves invited to an upscale restaurant—a faculty member’s treat for this joyous occasion.
We excitedly got ready and we looked sharp: she, resplendent in a lovely cocktail dress, and I, sporting my skinny suit, the gray one—the one that made me feel like a GQ model.
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