I'm writing this from the cozy confines of my bed at 11am on a Monday, happy to say there isn't a textbook or notepad in arm's reach. I've survived my first semester of medical school, miraculously passed all my finals, and am finally enjoying the laziness that is winter break.
For those of you who aren't into paying $20,000 to find out for yourself, here's 17 weeks of med school summed up in one blog post.
Exams: Every 1-2 weeks, over the entire block of knowledge you learned in the last unit, and coyly disguising themselves as "quizzes". Literally the most bull-shit name for an exam. They're exams. What quiz is composed of 67 questions and takes 2 hours? Call it what it is, people.
Studying: It isn't an activity, it's a way of life.
Cadaver lab: Going into it this was something I was dreading, so inevitably it became my favorite part of our first year curriculum. What once felt intrusive soon became the most poignant form of learning I've ever experienced. My only regret is not being able to personally thank my body donor for being the best teacher I've ever had.
Histology lab: *looking through a microscope* "I see..purple." After an entire semester I still don't know how to properly attain Kohler illumination. That's what I keep Carson around for.
Layers of Medicine: Because future doctors need a place to discuss poetry and do art projects. Mandated every other Friday morning. Required attendance.
Required Attendance: My two least favorite words to read on the calendar. Well, second to "final exam".
Finals week: Hell on earth. I didn't think it was possible to sustain a brain on cereal and Thai takeout but boy did I break some sort of record.
Student loans: MAKE IT RAIN. Then multiply that number by two and oh hey, that's how much you'll owe the federal government one day -_-
Free lunches: were fun for the first 2 weeks of school, but now the word "free lunch" alludes to "free pizza" and inevitably makes me cringe a little.
Clinics: A great way to practice all of those physical exam skills you learned in school. Goes something like this: *places stethoscope on chest* "Yep, he has a heart!".
Coffee: Blessed be thy name.
Classmates: I always expected medical school to be comprised of a bunch of cut-throat academics, willing to Tonya-Harding the legs of anyone who was ranked higher than them. Alas, not true. My class is composed of people always looking out for one another, academically and emotionally. Hashtag blessed.