We only have less than three weeks before the school year ends. As much as I want to celebrate the feat of staying sane up to this point, the biggest hurdle for this year is still yet to come. We are all white-knuckled for the upcoming two-week major examathon which includes our 4th shifting tests and the cover-to-cover final exams.
This is a very crucial period for most students, including myself, and I feel the need to be constantly reminded of how these exams could change everything for us (throw us to 80s or drown us with 74s). I must admit that the biggest driving force for me at this point is my grades. It is completely understandable, I think. But I also know that there is a bigger purpose behind this. After all, these tests are here not just to assess the technicalities that we’ve memorized through our books (Don’t get me wrong, sometimes it’s just about that. ;)) but also to evaluate how well we’ve grown as learners. This is a checkpoint, a safety precaution, a chance to look at how far we’ve come and to ponder on how far we still have to go (Oooh, pathways, lots and lots of them with more to come). Let’s just make the most out of this experience.
Read and recall and read and recall…and don’t forget to flex those hands and fingers; shading hundreds of items on scantrons could be an endeavor, too. 😀
O well, it’s time to hit the books once more. Cheers to all of us!
I’ve just turned 25 today.
First thing I realized when the clock hit midnight: Things would have been different had I not taken a 4-year rest after college.
At this age, I was supposed to be in my post-grad medical internship. One boards away from being a young hot doctor with sparkly quarter-life sneer, curly hair, and white coat flapping against the wind.
Someone please remind me to lower my expectations later in life.
Instead, I am in my first year, confused with Cori and Cahill, and still squirming my way out of adjustment phase (plus the unnecessary thoughts on being a high-risk primigravida by the end of residency).
Late bloomers’ club
O well, we can’t turn back the time, can we? So, scratch the thought. And besides, the hiatus has its own advantages:
- Gained me the financial aid needed to kick start my medical education;
- Inspired my very Ms. Universe-ish responses during the pre-admission interview (to the line of age is just a number);
- Busted my wits trying not to be a bum so that I could have no. 1 (Nurses aren’t the most easily employed professionals at that time);
- Gave me a taste of monetary compensation for hard work (Ah, old times…and the Christmas bonus);
- Instilled in me that despite no. 4, money is not everything;
- Showed me that there’s more to punctuality and responsibility than class attendance;
- Shocked me with how not everyone is of the same age as I was, hence no. 8;
- Taught me that social skills go beyond group assignments and recess;
- Made me realize that age does not readily translate to maturity and vice versa, which leads back to no. 7;
- Evaluated and reinforced my virtues;
- I can go on…but an optimum list should not exceed 10 items, I think. 🙂
Had I not spent the past years learning matters that a classroom can’t teach, I could now be a number of things: a medical school drop-out who never learned to appreciate the chance given to me, a job hopper who never understood where my heart really lies, or a recklessly shallow intern who cares about nothing but earning my MD at 25.
See? If not for the 4-year gap between college and medschool, things would have been really different. 🙂