I made a bet with my classmate and friend Min in the first semester of medical school. Back then (and throughout the entire year), I often felt overwhelmed by the sheer volume of material we had to learn for every test.
E: I am going to fail my first year. I won't go on to M2 [medicine second-year].
Min: OK, if you fail, I'll treat you to dinner. But if you pass, you'll treat me to lunch.
E: That will be the saddest dinner ever, but OK.
I just treated Min to lunch at Lulu's today. I loved her company, and the food was so good!! They sure put me in a happy mood. And of course, I am now an M2--God has pulled me through the M1 year!
The new bet we made during lunch:
E: I need an incentive for passing the M2 year. Let's make the same bet again.
Min: No.... This time, if you pass M2 year, I will treat you to dinner. But if you fail, you treat me to dinner.
The stakes are a bit higher this time! I hope I don't have to pay for dinner next year.
On a somewhat related note, my classmate Guannan devised a brilliant backup plan in case med school doesn't work out: open a dim sum cart on our campus that caters to the med students. (My current city is somewhat lacking in quality Chinese food). I said I would be her cashier/accountant, so we are future business partners. I even named our cart "Tasty Escape." An apt name, in my opinion. Seriously, though, there were one or two times when I thought opening a food cart is a tempting idea.
What does the future hold?
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