We all idealize our mothers. Abe Lincoln wrote how "All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother." Michael Jackson topped it with, "My mother's wonderful. To me she's perfection." It took the mother of an unknown commentator, however, to put such accolades in perspective, reminding her son " I told you a million times not to exaggerate."
The way you interact with your fellow med student colleagues at work calls out your job description. It's not the content of what you say to each other as you cross paths in the hospital hallways that leaves your identity utterly exposed. Rather, it is the way your eyes transmit a complex but mutual signal of despair and competition that clearly says it all.