my thesis defense today, so that I can present my thesis defense next week, so that I can graduate the following week, so that I can start medical school, so that I can be a doctor, so that I can change the world.
Unless some tiny thing goes wrong and everything falls to pieces.
I mean, no fucking pressure, right?
By the time I get to the lab, I resemble nothing so much as a grumpy sewer rat. Iâm wet and unhappy. I go into Charlesâs office and say, âHey, Charles,â and dump myself into the chair by his desk.
âAh, young Coffey,â he says, not looking at meâheâs still finishing whatever heâs typing. And then when he does look my way, saying, âThesis defense,â he stops, looking aghast at my state. âDo you not own an umbrella, Annie? Ought the lab to consider buying you one as a graduation present?â
âDude, I had an umbrella! This is the level of wet I get with an umbrella in this godforsaken state.â
âIs there a towel somewhere you could use?â
âIâm fine. Iâll dry out in a few minutes.â
âYouâll catch your death, young lady.â
I give him a dirty look. âDude, youâre a fucking doctor . You know thatâs a myth.â
âOne worries, nonetheless. Remember the world canât be a better place because youâre in it unlessââ
âUnless I am still actually in it. Yeah, thanks. Thatâs very nice of you. Can we get on with the whatsit, please?â
He looks at me for a moment and then takes a deep breath and says, âSure. Go for it.â
I pull out my laptop and load my slides and get started.
It goes very badly. From typos in the slides to leaving out an entire section of the literature review to not being able to answer even the fairly simple questions Charles asks, my presentation is one big fail after another.
Finally I throw myself backward in my chair and sigh. âToday is not my day.â
Charles leans back too and says, âYou are not usually so underprepared.â Which is probably a more productive account of my difficulties. âBut you know how to fix it.â
âYes,â I say in disgust. âItâs all just stupid mistakes.â
âNot stupid,â he says. âCareless. Itâs a crucial difference. You are never stupid, and you are rarely careless. What is wrong?â
I shift around uncomfortably in my chair. âItâs the rain,â I mutter.
âThe rain?â
âYes, the rain, â I repeat, as if heâs deaf. âItâs been fucking raining for three fucking days, and I canât fucking take it!â
âThe rain prevented you fromââ
âI know, Iâm nuts!â I interrupt him. I sullenly tell him the story of the rain, leaving out the part about Annie, and adding, âOf course, when I finally took a philosophy class, I realized it was a matter of induction versus deduction. But itâs not really about âhow do you know?â; itâs about âwhat will we do if it doesnât?â What will we do, how will we live, if the rain never stops falling?â I pause, my frowning eyes on Charlesâs little office window. Then I look at my hands and say, âNow that Iâm a grown-up, obviously, I donât literally worry that the sun wonât ever come out, but some days ... I suppose Iâm saying Iâm underprepared because my thesis defense felt pretty unimportant in the face of the fundamental unreliability of the universe.â
âThe fundamental unreliability of the universe,â Charles repeats as I glance up at him. He scratches his head and looks at me. âAnnie, there are days when I do not know what to do with you.â
All I want him to do with me is kiss me. Heâs looking at me with a warm, open expression, and the collar of his shirt is lopsided. But I am a grumpy sewer rat who doesnât trust the
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