i wrote a poem about an experience i once had with a doctor (well, an optomitrist). you probly read it once. anyway, i had just gotten back from weight loss camp a few months before, but i wasn't like a stick or anything. i was trying on contacts for the first time in my life and i was having a really difficult time putting them in my eye. while my mom was trying to help me, i overheard the optomitrist laugh with another employee at the vision center, "see that fat girl over there? she's having the hardest time putting those contacts on." i think i started crying but you couldn't tell because of the saline and my eyes were already red. my mom didn't notice. i wanted to storm out but i was shy and scared and we bought the contacts and left.
people with PHd's are just that - people with certificates of medical experience. but it doesn't make them smart. or not an asshole. so fuck dr. brookfield indeed, because if you listened to him you would have missed out on all of life these past 5 years, and he's an idiot.
I'm glad you didn't stay in Wisconsin. I had no idea about this, but I always have known you are supremely brilliant and strong. This just proves my thoughts of you right. I don't know where you are right now, but wherever you are, I wish you all my best.
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people with PHd's are just that - people with certificates of medical experience. but it doesn't make them smart. or not an asshole. so fuck dr. brookfield indeed, because if you listened to him you would have missed out on all of life these past 5 years, and he's an idiot.
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I don't think I could run six miles even if a scary thing was chasing me.
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So yeah, fuck that guy.
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