When I grow up
I stood in line behind a tall, nice looking young boy who was awfully chatty. We were both flying to San Francisco and he said he had his suit in his bag and would not check it because it was so important that he have it tomorrow for his interview. He’s in his second round of interviews at Presidio Dental College.
He was such a sweet, cute boy and chatty enough to put all of those ingredients together to grow up to be a great dentist. I put great faith in his ability to win over the entrance committee.
Then I sat in my chair and wondered what I want to be when I grow up.