Friday, May 15, 2009

Medical Students are Crazy


There must be an anatomy test in 2 days, because I've found time to blog. I'm not going to lie - the intimate details of the nasopharynx do not interest me one bit. Learning the material for this test is like trying to convince a teenager to practice the cello for 2-1/2 hours everyday. Considering that I used to attempt this feat on a daily basis I know it is impossible. Since I am not currently passing anatomy, this is a problem. Step one - I've admitted I have a problem. Step two - continue with blog and ignore problem.

We had a tornado this week which not only uprooted several locals and students, but uprooted our schedule as well. The dreaded microbiology case presentations were cancelled. I felt guilty for being so grateful, but there you have it, I was ecstatic - especially since I've chosen sleep over study recently. I spent Thursday helping clean up felled trees and brush from a local town. It was great. I became a doctor to work with and help people. Reality - medical school has nothing to do with that goal. I take every opportunity that presents itself to work with people in the community so I don't lose sight of my goals and forget that I really do like people. Okay, most people.

A room full of medical students - it sounds like the start to a joke - in a way, it is. I enjoy watching us, myself included, in groups like this. It's like having 172 type-A bosses all standing around and trying to be polite. It's downright hilarious. We enjoy each other, because we understand the pain and joys of medical school, but we can barely stand each other, because we're all so similar. Some take charge no matter what, and others stand back and talk about them behind their backs. Some ace test after test and they're idiots. Some fail constantly, and they're going to be amazing doctors. I have no idea how the world works. I'm not going to lie - it's fun to watch.

So there you have it - medical students are nuts. We know this, we're just trying not to have that fact documented on paper. Whatever you do, don't let them know you're bipolar! Good luck boys and girls. Now get back to studying.