Another ride on the confidence rollercoaster. I was nervous until I got to class. Professors were friendly, funny and interesting. Up. Then we introduced ourselves. Down. I am not exaggerating when I say that of the 33 students all but five of them are doctors. So it's a PhD student, three law degrees concurrent with MPH students and me. Down. We get into an ethical question. The class is actively participating and I actually have the guts to speak. Up. The professor says that what is say is true and a good point. Up. Up. We get into the next ethical question. I am one of few who selects option A. Down. I am asked to explain my answer. Down. We finish the discussion and it is clear that answer A is wrong. Down. Down. I kick myself for not shutting up while I am ahead. I imagine that everyone is wondering how I got into the class. Down.
And really many people said things that were disputed and I certainly didn't stand out as wrong but that is not how it feels at the time. On the positive side, I have the whole getting there, parking and walking to class thing down. And I don't mind the crappy go and then slam on the brakes drivers that make Boston famous because I know it is only for a month. Keegan is with Tom tonight so I took my time going home, stopped by the grocery store and did chores. Now it's read, shower and bed. I'm boring already.

The first ethical dilemma:

You are chief of a ward with 100 patients. 50 of these patients need 2 pills to survive. One pill does not help them. 50 of these patients need 1 pill to survive. You have 50 pills. You can’t get more. Who should get the pills? On what basis should they be chosen?