"Before teaching, I did this as a profession. And I keep my license current. You are no longer one of my students, so it's not unethical. And yes, I am a real doctor."

He pointed to a wall of framed diplomas. I wondered if anyone had ever closely looked at that wall. There were way more diplomas than he could've possibly earned. Nobody could go to that many schools. Eventually, I realized that some of the documents weren't even diplomas. They were more like certificates. One of them said that he was Camper of the Week at something called Happy Time Day Camp in 1961.

"Well, not a real doctor," I pointed out. "A PhD isn't a real doctor."

"A PhD is very much a real doctor." He pursed his lips together.

"My cousin Gretchen has a PhD in Performance Studies. I went to her to get my appendix taken out, and you know what happened?"

He rolled his eyes. "What happened, Astrid?"

"I died."/>

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" Aren't you not allowed to be the psychologist of someone you know? I mean, I don't even know if you're a real doctor."

"Before teaching, I did this as a profession. And I keep my license current. You are no longer one of my students, so it's not unethical. And yes, I am a real doctor."

He pointed to a wall of framed diplomas. I wondered if anyone had ever closely looked at that wall. There were way more diplomas than he could've possibly earned. Nobody could go to that many schools. Eventually, I realized that some of the documents weren't even diplomas. They were more like certificates. One of them said that he was Camper of the Week at something called Happy Time Day Camp in 1961.

"Well, not a real doctor," I pointed out. "A PhD isn't a real doctor."

"A PhD is very much a real doctor." He pursed his lips together.

"My cousin Gretchen has a PhD in Performance Studies. I went to her to get my appendix taken out, and you know what happened?"

He rolled his eyes. "What happened, Astrid?"

"I died. "

David Iserson , Firecracker


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David Iserson quote : Aren't you not allowed to be the psychologist of someone you know? I mean, I don't even know if you're a real doctor.
"Before teaching, I did this as a profession. And I keep my license current. You are no longer one of my students, so it's not unethical. And yes, I am a real doctor."

He pointed to a wall of framed diplomas. I wondered if anyone had ever closely looked at that wall. There were way more diplomas than he could've possibly earned. Nobody could go to that many schools. Eventually, I realized that some of the documents weren't even diplomas. They were more like certificates. One of them said that he was Camper of the Week at something called Happy Time Day Camp in 1961.

"Well, not a real doctor," I pointed out. "A PhD isn't a real doctor."

"A PhD is very much a real doctor." He pursed his lips together.

"My cousin Gretchen has a PhD in Performance Studies. I went to her to get my appendix taken out, and you know what happened?"

He rolled his eyes. "What happened, Astrid?"

"I died." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>