It was a sunny Thursday morning, I turned off my Red-Hot Chillipeppers-blaring Ipod, walked into class and sat down. I had recently finished my reading for class, smiled at Molly, and was in a generally good mood. I started chatting with some classmates about thier volunteering progress. Suddenly a dark, gloomy cloud settled over my sunny disposition. A classmate had told me that she recieved a call from the Children's Hospital. Even though she had gotten a confirmation email about her volunteering position, she got a call from Ben telling her that they had had an influx of volunteers and would no longer be needing her services. Crap. I had turned my application even later than she did- if she didnt get the 'job' there's no way that I would. Even more, she turned hers in weeks ago, so I probably wouldnt even get the no thanks call for another week. Great. That means I would wait another week, to not get the position, so I could spend another month waiting to hear back from a different organization and then maybe I could start volunteering- a week before finals. So I decided to send an email to Monica begging her to let me attempt to volunteer for another hospital. This was two weeks ago- I still havent heard back from her. At this point I'm basically praying for Childrens Hospital to call me and tell me that I'm the volunteer that they've been searching for, give me the perfect position, that works perfectly with my schedule. While they're at it, they'll tell me that I'm a perfect candidate for the opening they have in thier Reproductive Endocrinology Department, I can hear it now- " No degree, or medical training? Oh, that's ok, most of that stuff is completely useless anyway, just come in on Monday- we'll get you started".......right. Maybe Monica will email me.