The day started early like every day. I hate waking up before 11 am. I woke up an hour early (5:30 AM) because I wanted to quickly review the material before the actual quiz. Instead, I watched the hilarious sitcom Becker. I must have decided subconsciously that watching a tv show about a fake doctor was more important than learning to be a real doctor. No regrets there.
So I get to class and take this quiz. Most of the questions are 2nd and 3rd order, meaning they’ll show you a muscle and then say where does the nerve arise that innervates this muscle. It’s a great way to incorporate information (if you know it) and it’s probably the best way to raise future doctors. From my experience, usually nothing in medicine is straight up.
After getting done with the quiz everyone is moaning and groaning and bitching about it, but I just dont want to hear it. I left the class and went down to the student lounge. Everyone else, and I mean everyone, went straight to the library to study for our quiz in Histology this Thursday. I ate a nice healthy breakfast from the cafeteria and started to reflect. Medical school is going to be a marathon rather than a series of short to long sprints. I enjoyed the time off and watched people seem to already stress out.
It’s late in the afternoon now, and we were supposed to get our scores a while back but the professor emailed us saying he was stuck in a meeting. Oh well. I need to start on my next marathon, the studying of this histology. This is going to be a long 2 years. After that, the abuse that is my education will be in the clinical setting. It’s going to be a very long 2 years, then 2 more, then 3-5 more. Ugh.
On a sidenote, a friend of mine said that after reading my gross anatomy lab post, he has decided to donate his body to science after his death. Wow. I couldn’t believe I had an influence so great on someone’s life. I suppose that is what it is to be a physician.
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