It doesn’t take long to figure out that your first year of medical school really just serves to be one big tease. Your curiosity as a medical enthusiast for the irregular and deformed isn’t satiated until the start of your second year. However, you can’t really understand or appreciate the irregularities that come with disease until you grasp the normal. So the first 9 months of medicine, you whet your appetite by learning epithelium after epithelium, pathway after pathway, and anatomical landmark after landmark with a minimal mention of defects. It’s standard procedure, but it can get frustrating. I mean, what are we doing in medicine anyway if it’s not to learn why the hell the diagnosis on House is never lupus. Continue reading
I would apologize for my two month-long hiatus but for those small portion of you that follow along, you should know by now how little worth that apology would hold. In the past two months, I’ll admit, I was seduced with the “living” aspect and not so much the “reflecting.” But with third term in full swing, I have a little bit more time to procrastinate on my obligations (as usual) and try to relive the past couple of weeks.
First things first. I survived my first year of medical school! My title as medical school newbie hasn’t really changed except the fact that I’m more in debt than ever. However, let us all pretend for one transient moment, especially considering how my medical school career started off, like this isn’t one gigantic Festivus miracle. Nevertheless, before I get into some of the more intriguing aspects of my short-lived 6-week summer, I thought I would get to the more administrative aspects of this blog which emphasizes medical school endurance. Thus, as one who has been there and back with a B-average or better, here are my notes on surviving and thriving in second term: Continue reading