Black in Medicine
Editor’s Note: This piece was a finalist in the Pulse writing contest, “On Being Different.”
I was a third-year medical student, anxiously waiting for our morning conference to begin and quickly reviewing the questions that might be asked.
I had stepped into the conference room full of residents a few minutes prior, timidly asking if this was the correct location. An attending physician I’d met only once confirmed that I was in the right place and directed me to the front row of seats. As I sat down, I realized that I was the only medical student present. Fighting the urge to bolt from the room, I pulled out my mini notebook.