Quick update before travels

Sorry to all about working things up to a frenzy and not posting an update. It’s not because I was too busy or certainly that nothing was happening day-to-day. I thought it best not to exacerbate a potentially volatile situation with my school by lying low and reporting what happened after-the-fact. We have a plane to catch in about 8 hours, so I need to make this short: the school, in its infinite depths of new and creative ways to frustrate, has seen fit to not do anything. That’s right folks–seven days of “tomorrow, and maybe Tuesday; wait, no, maybe Thursday, well, if I don’t email you before Friday 5:00, then it’ll have to wait until January.” Did the “secret” committee meet? Who knows. My “contact” only has another “contact” which only tells her results, not schedules. So, as I said openly, no decision is a “no” decision because administrative offices (at least the ones I need) open here on the same day as my first potential day of class, imagine that! There’s no “getting ready” here, it seems.

It took serious fighting from Claudia and my mom to convince me that going back to Texas for a week or two was the best thing. I really don’t want to go home. Oh, I certainly was going to send the girls on their way and have mom and in-laws enjoy their granddaughter/niece, but being that I’ve been such a shit magnet and all-around grouch (when I’m not in a fetal position on the floor), I felt just “getting things done” in the way of packing, organizing, whatever was more for me. I can’t help feel like I’m going home a failure, even though this wasn’t my fault, obviously. (though I know there are those out there that say to yourselves, “Pfft, whatever….I wonder what really happened.” All I can say is that I’d be pretty f*cking stupid to have said all this publicly with my career on the line if I wasn’t truly this desparate and not able to back up 100% every claim I’ve made.) I don’t want to have to rehash the story, the agony, etc., no matter how well intentioned my family–which I’m lucky to have–will be. Financially, I don’t have the money to move anything except drive back the two cars, since there’s not much middle ground–either you get a big-ass moving rig or you don’t. There’s no “UHaul” here where I can pick my size and price. Rent is paid until Jan 15th. As long as we are going to lose 80-90% of what we own, what’s a a few more hundred dollars to fly back and have a family Christmas back home, right? It’s like a social engagement your obligated to attend, don’t want to go to, but still have a bit of hope that maybe you’ll loosen up and have a bit of fun once you get there. That’s the plan, anyway.

So, as usual, I’m way behind in getting things ready, especially since the travel plans were made just days ago. I’ll update everyone on what options I’m facing, point by point, and solicit opinions from the peanut gallery my dear loyal readers. ;) (and I’m serious too, because nobody wants to read this crap during the holidays, I know. But it’s the only medium I have aside from suffering in solitary silence)

To all those traveling this weekend, be safe, be patient, and be happy. Nature demands equilibrium, and that means there are a couple of giddy-pee-pants happy people out there on my tab– “Merry Christmas!” I say to them and hope they don’t use it up all at once. More in a day or two from the good ‘ol USA!

Last night’s show/What’s next with school

Thanks to all who showed up last night for the live broadcast! Dr.A. would have to confirm this for sure, but I think that the chatroom peaked to its highest number so far for the show…that’s awesome! For those that didn’t get to tune in, the archive is #18 and is available at Dr.A.’s BTR site (until the next show, this episode starts playing automatically from a widget on the right, but you can always download the .mp3 file to listen offline as well).

I listened to most of the show already, and I’m slightly embarrassed of the times that it seems that I’m ignoring Dr.A’s quick questions. As was brought up in the chat room after the show, Dr.A was using a new headset, and apparently the mic volume wasn’t turned up enough. (This can be heard in the difference between our respective volumes on the archive.) However, when I was talking in real-time on the call, I swear I couldn’t hear most of the attempts when Dr. A. would make a quick 1-second question. On the archive, one can hear it objectively (ie, not talking at the time), and it sounds like I’m bulldozing over what he was saying. I promise that wasn’t the case. :/ I hope Dr. A. understands.

The universal advice I’ve received before, during, and after regarding my situation is, to be polite, “Do whatever it takes to get things fixed.” I agree, and I never intended to do otherwise. It’s also why I never complained online until the other day even though I’ve been going through this for 6 weeks now. I don’t want to get into specifics, but there is a very real chance that this will not be resolved to my benefit, and I have to start down the road of a “Plan B,” even though I can’t say for sure what that is yet.

Even though absolutely nothing has changed with school, I already feel SO much better having put all of this out there. The consequences/implications/etc. have been shouldered in private for too long and have gotten me absolutely nowhere. Things can’t get worse with school–they simply could say that all of this online shenanigans “prevented” them from giving me their Holy Dispensation, but that’s yet another abusive tactic because one can never know if that were true. The intended effect is drive a student into despair over “what could have been;” in my case, I simply go on the alternative course I’m already pursuing. The default answers have never changed from “no,” and “no.”

I’m not above groveling, but how can I grovel to a person that refuses to meet with me, that tells a “superior” at the hospital that I’ll be seen, then 10 minutes later tell me (through the inept secretary) that there’s no point in seeing me? I’ve never been able to break through this, so what do I do, kneel in supplication from the hallway and hope they see me on the way to a bathroom break? Video myself begging and send a YouTube clip to their email address? If this turns out to be about “Well, we’re offended that you didn’t do XYZ in person,” then their hypocrisy is one for the record books.

I have to work, and time spent sitting in a hallway on the off-chance said dictator may/may not be coming to the office that afternoon, combined with may/may not be willing to see me is time I’m not billing, money I’m not making to support my family in the absence of loans to fall back on. Every dollar in my bank account is because I worked for it this semester. Talk about responsibility–what respect is there for that? They seem to think I’m at their complete convenience (and sport), and as a lowly student, that’s true–to a point. They know I’m working, they know I have a family to support, they just “forget” (or don’t care) that it’s not all about me. If they’re going to be insulted because I make a phone call to check if they’ll be in before I waste hours (read: earned money) going to and from, waiting, etc. and make that a daily habit, they can do something “creatively promiscuous” with their expectations.

UAG may be trying to teach me a lesson, beat me down, whatever, but to what end? I’m playing for keeps, and here’s why:

I don’t have the luxury of wasting time. I am willing to sacrifice whatever of myself, but there’s a limit to what I’m willing to put them through. This isn’t about principle vs. pride. Steeped in old Mexican medical school traditions at the core (primarily dealing with 18-year-olds), UAG feels it’s their job to “teach” me humility, maturity and responsibility with their tactics.

Those two above teach me more about those in one day than any amount of passive-agressive bullshit by administration. The two above is where my faith, my hope, and my pride lie, not my school. If I’m going to sacrifice any part of myself further, it’s for them, not for the whims of UAG. My school is a replaceable commodity; they are not. If this constitutes my “bad attitude,” then so be it. Regardless of my financial debt, I will always remain far richer than UAG could ever be.

Me, on the radio!

Tomorrow, Thursday Dec 13th at 9PM EST (8PM CST/6PM PST, 2AM Dec 14th GMT) I’ll be a guest on Dr. Anonymous’ Holiday show, broadcast (streaming) live on BlogTalkRadio! Dr. A., myself and other panelists will be discussing (viciously debating…heh) various holiday songs, movies, favorites, and other festive topics. There is a call in number that will be available for you, the listener to call in and get a chance to participate.

    UPDATE, Thursday PM:

The show has changed as of this afternoon to shift focus on what I’m going through with UAG. Several factors went into this decision, made by Dr. A., and outlined here. Times, links, directions, etc. are still all the same.

Being a follower of the show and having been on the ‘air’ before as a caller, I can definitely say that participating in the chat room, available only just before the time of the broadcast (and lasting until sometime after) is just as fun as listening, like a running commentary while the show is going on.

I highly encourage people not only to tune in, but to stop by the BTR radio show site to create an account (see “Register” at top of page) before the air time so you can be identified as someone other than “Guest12345″ in the chat room. If you can’t make it for the live broadcast, don’t worry–the archive of the show will be available within 24 hours to listen at your leisure.

Hope to see you there!

School beating me down once again

This post is way late in coming, but I can’t hold it in anymore. As many of you might remember, I took a voluntary leave from school this semester to focus on personal matters. I said that the worst of all possibilities was that I’d look back on this time, now drawing nearer to a close, and feel that I wasted 6 months of my life, having gotten no further in my personal goals. Well, UAG doesn’t disappoint, and they’ve trumped themselves in the sodomizing students department. While I do have some regrets about things I didn’t get to accomplish during my break (which, as I remind myself, is not over), the reality is UAG has given me the biggest stressor of all: creating an untenable situation which would force me to leave school altogether, the last two years of my life wasted and over 120k of debt for my troubles.

All of this started the first week of November when I wanted to both renew my visa (already expired, but I needed it current as we were house-hunting and needed it to sign any new lease) and officially “register” for the upcoming semester by paying a deposit, of all things. Things slowly unraveled that something was wrong (I hinted at it here) as I was banging my head with administration, but first it was only about my visa. When it came time to talk money, I was informed I had a debt of over $9200USD (cost of a semester’s tuition) for a semester in which I didn’t attend, not one hour of one day.

Their rationale for charging me was that I never let them know I wasn’t going to go to school this last semester. This isn’t a “standard” U.S. university where one knows when registration times are, there’s an add-drop period, a date one can drop w/o a grade on the transcript, etc. This is medical school. You don’t get to choose what you take except maybe electives as a 4th year, but the academic course load is still rigid. There is no add-drop period, because everybody at your level has the same schedule. Basically, my point is that it’s not obvious that one is going to face being charged for something one hasn’t done. Moreover, the staff pointed out that this regulation was specified in our student handbook–a CD given to us at orientation 2 years ago. I looked it up. Depending how things go, I might post it, but for now, it does indeed say I should formally request leave, but makes absolutely no mention of any financial consequences for not doing so.

Moreover, I was sent an email 3 weeks into classes in August, informing me that I was no longer enrolled for failure to appear. At the time, I thought, “Duh!” and filed it away. In hindsight, it was yet another opportunity to inform me that there would/could be a problem. It all started with all those meetings with Dr. M., the director of the International Program, during all the crap surrounding my absences in Kaplan last semester. By the time everything was said and done, he knew full well my decision not to go this Fall. He even helped me by passing along some medical resources since I’d be without student insurance. But he never said, “Go to so-and-so and do this,” or even to go to administration to check.

But here at UAG, nobody can do anything, because there is always at least one thing that is not in their area and therefore disqualifies them from being able to help. Since my problems are multifactorial (finance, academic status, etc.) that means I’m screwed. No one department can fix issues in a vacuum without other departments’ input, so everything like this has to go to a committee. My case has already gone through two previous committee meetings, both of which yielded non-specific answers that amounted to “We can’t help you,” but I can’t get specifics. You see, committees here are secret. The main committee for the medical school does meet regularly is staffed by a few regulars, but you can’t find out exactly who was at any given committee meeting. More egregiously, you can’t find out what was said about your case. You can go to the person you petitioned to take to the committee, but whatever answer you get can’t really be verified, nor can it really be officially appealed. You should, theoretically, be able to go to 2-3 people, knowing they’re on the committee, get their opinions about what was discussed, and have a good idea of what was said. Not here. Worse yet, my case is now being decided by a committee of people that are not only outside the school of medicine, but are comprised of people that can’t be determined by myself or anyone else in administration that I’ve talked to (so they say).

This “secret” committee that is currently pending is made of of bean-counters/finance people, not professors, and certainly nobody from the medical school. What possible motive do they have to clear a debt from an agenda line-item identified by an ID#? Well, I wrote a letter and said that they could stick to their guns and keep the $9000-whatever charge, but they wouldn’t see a penny from me. Why? Because the same office that sent this along to get charged also notified my lenders that I wasn’t in school. Brilliant! They just shot themselves in the foot for whatever chance they MIGHT have had to get something. Now that Sallie Mae, et al. know I wasn’t in school, there’s not an ice cube’s chance in hell that I’ll see (and therefore UAG will see) a dime. I certainly don’t have almost $10,000 lying around by other means. Moreover, they could keep the $9000 Monopoly money debt, but they’d lose $37,000+ in remaining tuition by having forced me to leave. Maybe that will get their attention, but that would mean they’d actually have to read the letter–something I have no hope in anymore. Regarding loans, US federal law (which as a US Dept. Education-approved school (for now), they have to abide by) mandates that if I don’t show up for class, student loan money has to be returned directly back to my lender. Except in my case, I never cleared loans to arrive, knowing I was going to be out, so the school takes it upon themselves to bill me “in house.” That’s the scam going on here. With this debt, I can’t do anything since I’m not a student “in good standing.” I can’t get my visa renewed, so I’m here technically illegally. I can’t register, so why bother. Worst of all, I’d never be able to transfer my academic records, meaning I’d have to start over wherever I go. They know this. They don’t care.

What kills me more than anything is obviously, the threat to the loss of my dream. Sure, if things don’t work out here, I can go to Ross, another Mexican medical school, or masochistically try to reapply to a US school, probably an osteopathic program. But I’m not 25, and I now have a child–I can’t just go Quixotically following windmills. How do I think of them in terms of what I have to do? Then I think, “I’m already $120k in debt, how can I not do whatever it takes to go wherever to finish?” because going home with my tail between my legs because of UAG’s bullshit with a debt of a small house as a souvenir is about as bad as it gets. Moreover, I don’t have enough money to move all our stuff back (would take about $4-5k for a professional moving van + border costs), meaning I’d have to make a mad scramble practically giving everything away just to make it back to the United States with what can fit in the two cars. I’ve told people at UAG this; nobody gives a shit. Nobody at UAG has gone to bat for me in a real way that made me feel like they cared about keeping me as a student. I (was) in the top 10% of my class, was a class officer for 2 years, yatta yatta, and not one person in the medical school is willing to make a call to someone in administration and say, “What are you people doing? This is one of the students we want to keep.” I’ve been told that such a call wouldn’t make a difference, anyway.

There is so much obfuscation, redundancy, ignorance, and outright incompetence here that I’ve lost all hope. To reiterate, this secret committee may very well rule in my favor, allowing me to continue. That insulting victory–that I’d be allowed to return to the good graces of the UAG, my excellent academic record being deemed acceptable for this institution–is the best I can hope for. My morale has been lowered to begging administration and school official–one after the other–to please deem me worthy enough to continue at this school. This school should be lucky to have me, not the other way around, but when one is beaten down enough, well, one just wants the pain to end.

Belated GR 4:11 and My Pre-rounds

This week’s Grand Rounds is up at Doctor Geek, aka Dr. Enoch Choi.

It’s been a couple of weeks, but with the move and being stuck in dial-up land I failed to pass along the URL for my interview at Medscape with Dr. Genes. If you get weekly mailings from Medscape, this was included somewhere in last week’s issue, but if you don’t or missed it, here it is (registration required).

Zippity Zoom

I got broadband again! YAY!! :D No more having to go to the school library or Starbucks (unless I really want to) to do anything more bandwidth-intensive than quickly check email via Gmail’s You’d be surprised how long even Gmail’s web interface which appears text-only takes to load. All that Javascript/AJAX code and the 10-15 cookie/status/God-knows-what-else checks take up a surprising amount of time. Loading a Youtube video or a sizeable attachment? Fergedaboudit.

Speaking of Starbucks (yes, they have quite a few here), they actually have holiday cups and some Christmas decorations, as well as their “Holiday Blend” coffee. However, gone are any real holiday flavors–no gingerbread latte, pumpkin pie spice or other seasonal favorites–just a lame vanilla and/or toffee something-or-other. That’s not a special–those syrups are there all the time! I actually hardly ever get the “candy-in-a-cup”-type drinks, preferring straight-up coffee. During the holidays, though, I do indulge a few times with a beverage treat that only comes this time of year. Too bad it’s not here.

Compared to the tin-can-and-string technology I’ve been using for the last week to get online, not having a flavored coffee is nothing. ;)

Pediatric Grand Rounds 2:12

Pediatric Grand Rounds is up at Hope for Pandora. Yours truly is included–my first time in PGR since I rarely blog about things pediatric. It’s a clever Christmas theme and a nice collection of posts. Check it out!

The Move, Part 2

OK, so I said in part one that I’d post this entry “tomorrow,” but as usual, things got in the way. I also mentioned that I had some bad news that I’d save for the end for the end of the post, but I never got to it. Well, here it is: I have been living on a dial-up connection now since I got here. DIAL-UP. I pay for 2048kbps (2Mbps) DSL; I have been living on a roughly 42kbps modem connection. It’s been hell. Hearing the squawks and screeches of a modem negotiating immediately threw me back to my computer infancy. My power saw was taken away and replaced with a spork. My herbed brie on crusty sourdough with a glass of astringent, yet full-bodied cabernet was savagely replaced with a mayonnaise sandwich and unsweetened Kool-Aid. You get the idea…

But back to the move story…our little caravan got here just fine. Claudia stayed downstairs to act as the main traffic cop for the incoming workers, I was upstairs directing that which came up to either my study, the master bedroom/bath, or the baby’s room (or just right there in the middle!). As I was trying to huddle w/Claudia and get some organization, orient her to how I’d labeled the boxes for my study (by far the largest # of boxes for upstairs), once again, these harvester ants-on-crack were practically bulldozing us to get things inside. Things were starting to go so fast that there were boxes coming in unchecked.

Twice I had to call a “time-out” so we could survey what was going where and if some things needed to be temporarily placed elsewhere. These workers were coming in so fast that if you did anything else but point to a room, such as go in with them to tell them where exactly to put something, there was someone else already coming up the stairs as you came back out. Since I was the only traffic cop upstairs, I wasn’t paying attention to the bulk of boxes in my study. It was like playing Jenga getting stuff out because, I guess in an attempt to minimize clutter, they had stacked boxes 5-6 deep against the wall in multiple layers. Except that they had no care about which was my book boxes and which were lighter, soft-top boxes. I was not happy.

Related to exactly that, I had intentionally labeled the boxes in Spanish with room and appropriate “fragile” or “this side up” information to make it easy for the workers to deal with. What I didn’t count on was the fact that at least half of the workers couldn’t read. I was shocked. Mexico technically mandates at least the equivalent of a 6th grade education (I think that’s right–feel free to correct me), but it doesn’t take a long time being here to observe that it’s simply not enforced universally. Be that as it may, simple words like “sala” and “baƱo” (living room and bathroom, respectively) should be obvious with minimal education–we’re not talking about Pablo Neruda poems here–but one guy actually laughed about the fact he couldn’t tell what the box said. Amazing.

One worker specifically asked me during loading why I had so many book boxes. I said I was a med student, and I like keeping books regardless. He just shook his head and said basically that the book boxes I had was a lot/too much. (”pero son muchas [cajas]!“) I was practically paralyzed processing the irony of someone who is illiterate making commentary on whether or not I have a “reasonable” amount of books. I think I still am.

But where they lacked in basic academic skills, they certainly made up for with sheer labor, never complaining or questioning their need to do something (”I don’t do that,” is not part of their vocabulary). They helped me get a TV up on a ceiling-mounted stand that was in the bedroom, for example. That took 2 guys and me to make happen–no complaints. I also had one of the smaller guys scale up to the roof where the gas tank is (Mexico doesn’t pipe gas from the street to the houses directly) to open the valve now that we were at the house (thankfully, a one-time operation). Again, no questions. It’s understood that tips are involved, and I was probably more generous than I needed to be, but I was just so happy to get everything into the new house.

Unpacking, while still a chore, is at least a downhill ride. It’s about damn time!! :)

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