There’s a window in the driveway to the dental school that always catches my attention. Usually, the old, horizontal blinds are hanging at a lopsided, half-open-half-closed stance. Occasionally, though, they are open all the way, and you can see inside.
For the first few months of my dental school education, I felt like that was my only window into dentistry: through the obstructed, double-paned division between me and the dental school basement. If you looked past the cobwebs, through the dust of street sweepings, you could make out handpieces and stone models and alginate! I wanted to be with that alginate!
But then, we had our first dental clinic, and then another, and another, always separated by at least two medical patient encounters, and I realized, without ever holding a handpiece or taking an impression, my clinical dental education, my life on the other side of that window, had already begun.
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