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  • William Stancil II
    Audience: College Students and Medical Interns
    Publisher: The Diamondback
    First Day Blues

    It was my first day working at Children Medical Care in Bowie, Maryland, for Dr. Corder, a well-respected pediatrician in the DC metropolitan area. The rumor clouding the application pool foretold that the doctor ran her medical staff like the shipmaster of a legendary pirating vessel. Dr. Corder was portrayed to be a “Super Doctor” operating out of multiple offices throughout the DMV, never missing a beat in her step, and always prepared for the challenges of the day. Some even said that she must be a vampire, because she is always working late evenings at local hospitals and still manages to be the first person at the office everyday.
    Needless to say, I was quite nervous about my first day in the work force, and even more so anxious about my first encounter with the perplexing Dr. Corder. Usually, waking up early is natural for me, yet this morning was filled with anything but the norm. I recall closing my eyes the evening prior, clothes already set out for the day, and thinking that tomorrow is my chance to be great. As I rolled over, thinking of all the possible mistakes I could make and all the children that could be affected by my errors, I began to panic. Attempting to calm myself, I opened my eyes to take a deep breath before trying to fall asleep again, only to find bright yellow sunrays greeting my restless retinas through the window.
    The night had come and gone within that anxiety attack, and it was now time to head to work. I arrived early to the office, just as timid as a newborn, yet prepared for the worst. As I extended my hand to knock on the ominous wooden door, I begin to hear the laughter of a choir of children from behind.
    As the door swung open, a small woman with a white lab coat, bright smile, and surrounded by children beckoned welcomingly at the door.
    “Your Jack I presume? Good morning, I’ve been expecting you”, says the woman.
    “I’m Dr. Corder, and you’ve actually met me before. I gave birth to you and your brother and sister, so its nice to met you again”. Dr. Corder seemed to be the exact opposite of all that I had imagined and I began to feel as though the day would be much better than I expected.
    She went on to tell me that I would be working closely with her at my time in the office, until I could be trusted on my own, and that she would call out “Jack” whenever we had been separated. The job seemed simple enough; follow around this small woman, and take notes about the job so I would not forget any steps.
    By noon I thought I would have to change my name because I never wanted to hear it again. The simple task of learning the ropes via shadowing a doctor turned into an Olympic relay, in which Dr. Corder, using her swift movements and miniature stature, maneuvered through each of the eight patient rooms in the blink of an eye. Her small size made her impossible to keep up with, and as soon as I lost track of her, “Jack”, would ring throughout the office like a siren signaling a fire in the building. No notes were taken, and every time I looked down, a child had spilled a new substance on my work clothes.
    With paper cuts on every finger from filing infinite charts alongside the doctor, if felt she ominious presence surrounding. As I turned around to face this evil aura, I expected to see the bloodthirsty, fang bearing face, of the true doctor she was hiding. As the blood from my fingers tips slowly rolled from my hand, to a single drop, I began to think. She may actually be a vampire, or worst, Dr. Acula. A fictional character from my mental corridors, where all evil vampire doctors worked for one boss, Dr. Acula, Whom in reality was Dracula (Dr, Acula), king of the vampires who may have survived through the era in using a disguise.
    Just my luck huh?
    My first day and already made the biggest mistake, bleeding near a bloodsucker.

    But it’s time to man up and face this beast hind me, and turn around. However, now I saw no vampire, no Dracula… I actually didn’t see anything. This led me to wonder what presence I felt over me.

    With baggy eyes and dirtied attire, I sat down in the break room to eat my lunch, only to hear “Jack” yelled again.
    I was certain she was calling me in for the kill shot.
    I walked over to Dr. Corder awaiting my next task, only to hear her say,
    “You did great today, make sure you grab some dinner on your way home”. I looked out the window, seeing that the once yellow skyline had changed to a dark clouded night, and the day had come and gone just as the evening prior.
    Dr. Corder explained the presence saying that throughout the day she would shadow me to make sure I was not a slacker. Then I realized why I saw nothing when I turned around.
    Vampires can go invisible duh….
    That can’t be right?
    It took a moment for the pieces to fall into place; nevertheless I realized the simple truth I had forgotten. Dr. Corder was only 5’1, so when I turned around and saw nothing, it was because I just didn’t look down.
    How embarrassing? All that stressing over a little nice lady who was just watching a new employee.
    As I walked out of the building to find, that cloudy sky turned to a beautiful dark blue and purple night sky.
    Then I walked to my car, still watching the night sky, then to take my last look at my new place of employment to see something odd.
    A single bat, flying out of the office window that I had just left from.
    Then I wondered,
    Can vampires change into bats?.......
    Eh, probably not.

    Works Cited
    4CORDERS An innovative approach to 21st Century Health Care. (n.d.). Retrieved September 18, 2014.
    Marilyn McPherson-Corder, MD. (n.d.). Retrieved September 18, 2014, from

    The Best Doctor Around – Super Doc
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