While checking lab results on a patient the other night, I turned to a student and tried to make small talk. I asked him if he knew what field of medicine interested him.
His response: "I'm going to be a neurosurgeon. It's the most difficult speciality."
Slightly bemused, I asked the kid if he had ever observed an operation or shadowed a neurosurgeon.
"No, but I'm extremely intelligent, so I imagine that it's the only field I will find satisfying."
I simply nodded, basking in his brilliance. The highlight of the conversation, however, occurred when he asked me a question of his own:
"Do you know where the black people neighborhood of the Big City is? I really want to buy some shoes."
Doesn't sound the kind of guy I want using sharp metal instruments to poke around my brain.