The air conditioning was humming along as 50 teenagers squeaked in their chairs, put away their iPods and turned off their cell phones. After about 15 minutes, I turned to my friend next to me and whispered to him, "I want to go." He looked a little confused since we were sitting in a very engaging presentation. "Where?" he asked. I am not one to leave presentations, even boring ones (which were extremely rare at Summer JAM). I replied, "Africa. Sudan. Darfur. Chad. Now. I want to be a doctor."










