Once upon a time there lived a young girl named Immunorella. Immunorella’s mother got into med school when she was a very little child, leaving her to tackle the hardships of biology alone. Immunorella’s father had been married twice, and his current wife was a keener. Unfortunately, Immunorella’s step-mother loved her own daughters much more than Immunorella, putting them into MCAT prep courses while Immunorella was forced to study alone. When Immunorella turned 19, she was determined to apply to the local medical school, even if it meant having to beg her step-mother.
“I wish you to take me to the medical school with you,” said Immunorella, meekly.
“Take you, indeed!” answered the step-mother, with a sneer; “it is no place for an A- student: stay at home and work on anatomy.”
When they were gone, Immunorella, whose heart was now very sad, sat down and cried bitterly. It was not her fault that her marks were so low: step-mother always marked her harshly, expecting Immunorella to grasp concepts far past her basic understanding. Immunorella was only 19 years old afterall. Sometimes, Immunorella felt that her stepmother was a conceited schmuck, but she only voiced that opinion to her mice tutors. Immunorella ran out to the garden to go on a mental health walk. While thinking of her step-mother’s unkindness, a voice called to her. She followed the voice to see who was there. It was her fairy godmother, Margaretta.
“Do not cry, Immunorella. Your marks shall be adjusted and you shall go to medical school because you are a true inquirist. Bring me your transcript!”
Immunorella obeyed and, with a flick of her magic pipette, her fairy godmother changed her Bs into BKTIs (be kind to Immunorella), which was equivalent to As. Immunorella hugged and thanked her godmother, but before she could run to the medical school, her godmother remarked one last thing: “Immunorella, never forget that keeners are people too. Treat them kindly.”
The Procrastinator 