I moved in with Missy about halfway through my first year of law school.  Since my original roommate had baled on me just weeks before the spring semester started, I was desperate for a place to live.  Desperate enough to move into a house with someone I hadn’t spoken too much since third grade.  However, because her mom still talked to another lady that knew my mom, it was a neighborhood set up of sorts.  As it turned out, Missy had recently decided to move to Lubbock for medical school, and her parents felt she needed a roommate.  To be honest, it’s the doctor myth that did it.  It had me completely fooled.  I was stuck under the false assumption that if Missy had made it past the screening process to become a physician, she must not be that bad. 

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