Signed, sealed, delivered

I think you have to be superhuman to survive the second year of med school.

At first, I thought maybe it was just the first week. Thrown immediately into four hours of lecture (of stuff that has yet to make sense to me), we also had to help out with the M1s' orientation week. Take our little sibs to dinner. Attend their White Coat ceremony to welcome them into the fold. Put on picnics and activities fairs. Be amazing, essentially.

Eh. It makes sense that I'm behind for the first week, I told myself. There's simply not enough time. No biggie. I'll make it up next week.

Except, the extra time never ever materialized.

With each week we got hit with something more. Economics classes. Review of our entire physical exam skills course in a week. Preceptorships. PBL. Hospital visits. Lunch meetings that we now had to lead and buy food for.

I know I sound like I'm complaining, but remembering to bring napkins and serving spoons along with all the different gram negative bacteria, all while running on four hours of sleep? It's kinda a lot to expect.

Like I said, I think you have to be superhuman to be an M2.

I am not superhuman.

I'm clumsy and forgetful. Awkward and socially inept. Trust me. I am everything BUT superhuman.

I have a feeling I won't look back on this upcoming year and think...hmm, I wish I could do this all over again.

The only thing that is helping me get through this is my class.

This is the beauty of going to a pass-fail school. There's no competition between me and my classmates, just a sense of camaraderie. Today, I had to stuff 200 envelopes. That sucks. But as I sat down to begin the tedious and mind-numbing process, a couple of my classmates showed up and offered to help. Soon, we had a team of 20 soon-to-be-physicians assembly-lining envelope-stuffing.

We were done in less than 10 minutes.

And the cherry on top? I didn't have to make the extra trip out to Children's Memorial Hospital to drop off the letters. One of my classmates lives around there and offered to take them for me.

So really, I guess you don't have to be superhuman. You just have to be a part of the best medical class ever. Because then, you have people who will help during your time of need. It doesn't matter if that time of need is just a need for more time (to study, eat, and do laundry).

Thanks Class of 2010. I would jump off a cliff if I didn't have you.

I hate second year of med school.

But I love my classmates. More later.

Pedestal

First of all...who says 'yes' to that kind of a proposal?!