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“You’re still applying? You don’t have one lined up yet?”
Suppressing a grimace, I said, “Well, I just got home…”
“I know I don’t need to school you on this thing we have called the internet.”
I flashed a smile. “No. Pretty sure I got that covered. It just fell off my radar while I was overseas.”
Distracted by the dick.I coughed, trying to drown out these filthy thoughts.
Don’t get me wrong. If I wasn’t sitting across from a middle-aged man trying to lecture me about my future, my dirty-as-fuck thoughts would be hella welcome.
“I have a friend who heads up the top physiotherapy clinic here in Westbrook. I can make a call to see if they have their internships full. If not, I’ll make a recommendation.”
“Thank you. I would appreciate that.”
“Until then, I have another opportunity.”
Sitting a little straighter, I nodded.
“Elite’s athletic trainer has agreed to take on an intern for six hours a week. In addition to that, the intern would also be present at the team meets, which as I’m sure you are aware can last anywhere from three to five hours each. With a swim meet being held once a week, this is a good way to tack on clinical hours. The season is over in late March, but you will stay on the entire semester as Elite still trains even after the season ends.”
Mentally, I calculated those six hours, realizing I could easily do them on the days I didn’t have my early lab. The thought had me grimacing a little because the early hours of the swim team made that morning biochem lab look like an opportunity to sleep in.
Nothing but early mornings from here on out.
“And the spot hasn’t been filled?” I asked, skeptical.
“It will be within minutes if you say no.”
“Is this because of Wes?”
His brow furrowed. “This has nothing to do with your brother. However, I’m sure knowing someone on Elite will make it easier to work there.”
I didn’t bother to tell him I knew the entire team. Wes’s swim bros were around all the time. At this point, they were practically family.
“You’re a promising student, Win. Your resume speaks for itself. If you want to keep that advantage, you need clinical hours. Getting them here on campus is something anyone in the sports medicine department would jump at. Because of your standing in the department, I’m offering them to you first.”
“I’ll take it,” I said, decisive, quickly following up with, “Thank you for offering me this opportunity.”
My mom didn’t raise no hooligan.
I hope she’d be proud.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the floating thought. I remembered her often, but all these stray thoughts this morning were really getting on my nerves.
“Wonderful!” Prof. Miller beamed as he pulled out a few papers, handing them across the desk. “Fill all this out and give it to the trainer you will be meeting at the pool this afternoon at three.”
My head whipped up. “Today at three?”
“Yes. There is no time like the present to get started.”
“Thank you again, sir,” I said, remembering my manners.
“Have a good semester,” he called behind me as I left the office, tucking the paperwork into my bag.
This semester was going to be busy as hell, but I couldn’t complain. Well, Icould. But why the hell would I want to? Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I was lucky to get this chance to do clinical hours on campus, and even better? I would get to see my brother and my swim bros.
