You may find it presumptuous of me to be writing this while I still have (at the very least) 3 more years ahead of me.
However, seeing as this may in fact be my last month in med school, since at the end of June I may be thrown out (either for being too stupid or too smart- you know me, you decide), it’s a now-or-never kind of thing.
- Studying 12 hours a day will teach you more about the complexion of your hair than it will about complexes in the body
- Histology slides can make you cry
- Relying on my dog’s urine and stool output as a tell-all of its health isn’t that reliable
- Self doubt goes a long way. Sometimes, way too long
- If it ever came down to it, I’d know what to do in an emergency only because of Grey’s Anatomy
- Seeing dead chicks in my dog’s mouth didn’t feel the same as when I saw them in Microbiology lab
- And finally, the number one lesson I learned: there are nice neighbors and less-nice neighbors. You can tell them apart because the nice ones will feed your dog.
And on that note,