Half a Year In..
Friday, June 12th, 2009And i still feel like a brand new med student. (I just got my blindingly bright orange new stestoscope)
Two exams - and they make sure to let us know repeatedly that they are formative and dont count - and 5 months of classes down the line, the sense of i-cant-believe-im-actually-doing-med lingers.
Not that the classes aren’t interesting - they are, extremely so. And the lecturers are amongst the best I’ve ever got (granted, I’ve only ever been in HSFY classes).
But the downside, of course, is the memorizing part. Yes, I have a decent memory - but I don’t like brute-force cramming. (Does anyone?)
As a friend said “Every course is likely to have its ick bits - are you happy most of the time?”
I am. Happy, that is, most of the time. Settling in a routine - breakfast/class/lunch/class/internet/dinner/badminton/sleep - boring, I know, but snugly in my comfort zone.
Every once in a while I do feel a twinge of guilt - I should be studying more, or I have to stop leeching my parents money or What have I contributed, really? - I could be doing more with myself, achieving higher standards…. but… its the whole inertia/laziness thing setting in. I’m comfortable, doing fairly well, about middlin’ in class - and there is no real drive to go beyond that.
Oh, I do read stuff for fun (including, sometimes, journal articles (!!!)). And I am earning some part time money - tutoring’s a good deal, and its not hard work.
I suppose, I could be doing so much more. But I’m not sure whether it is worth the trouble.
