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…