Believe it or not, my first year of medical school is almost over.  I have about two weeks of tests and practicals left, and then that’s it.  Year one – done.

It is so close, and yet so far.  I have been struggling for the past week or so to stay motivated.  My excitement at being a med student wore off months ago, I am really sick of studying, and my Ireland vacation looms ever closer.  I am just so over year one.  I really am not ready to be a second year, but I’m just sick of school.  Studying all day everyday gets old pretty fast.

We started learning fungi and parasites this block, and I have a case presentation in two short days.  I have been studying them for weeks, but I am really not committing them to memory.  Plus – worms are gross.  For real.  Don’t eat raw meat, or raw frogs, or drink pond water.  You will get a tapeworm.  Add that to the list of things I really don’t want to get in life…uterine prolapse, necrotizing fasciitis, and tapeworms.  Guh.

It is taking the last few ounces of motivation I have to even type this post.  I just don’t care anymore, and that’s not a good place to be.  The other day I heard an incoming first-year say that he expected to study two hours a night when school started.  I have been laughing about that ever since.  Two hours?!  Bahahahahahahah!  Poor kid.  Won’t know what hit him…