Walking into the emergency department, a sense of angst tingled up my spine and made me alert to the surroundings. It was my first day shadowing a doctor, and I feared I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the fast-paced nature of these white coat wonders. Timidly walking up to the front desk, I informed the nurse of my reason for being here. The young woman standing a few feet away, donned in black scrubs with a chunky laptop in hand, overheard and smiled as she came towards me. She introduced herself and told me she was a scribe assigned to the same doctor for the night. We talked of our classes at Baylor, and of what it was like being a scribe in the emergency room. Before the student could reveal too much about her duties, the doctor had arrived
