The last day of second year classes feels terribly anticlimactic. We ended with a drawn-out, ill-timed, non-controversial "bioethics" discussion of home birth vs. hospital birth; an afternoon class, everyone was eager to leave, and we left without so much as an acknowledgement of what we have accomplished by getting to this point or round of applause. The end of first year was much more appropriately acknowledged.
On Thursday we have our last school exam, and then we move on to six weeks of independent studying for the USMLE Step 1 exam, which we both have to pass and excel on to increase the amount of choice we will have in choosing a residency. This week I have been fluctuating between an absolute inability to study (how meaningless school feels with boards looming, ironically) and moments of excitement over how interesting I find obstetrics (the non-surgical parts). We all seem caught between slamming on the breaks and pressing down the gas pedal.
While the year is unfinished--because of boards--if we don't stop to appreciate what we've accomplished, how will we have the confidence and the focus to continue?
Just reflecting, because no one else has.
On Thursday we have our last school exam, and then we move on to six weeks of independent studying for the USMLE Step 1 exam, which we both have to pass and excel on to increase the amount of choice we will have in choosing a residency. This week I have been fluctuating between an absolute inability to study (how meaningless school feels with boards looming, ironically) and moments of excitement over how interesting I find obstetrics (the non-surgical parts). We all seem caught between slamming on the breaks and pressing down the gas pedal.
While the year is unfinished--because of boards--if we don't stop to appreciate what we've accomplished, how will we have the confidence and the focus to continue?
Just reflecting, because no one else has.
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