I used to have a beautiful life
We had three tests today. The only one I feel confident that I did really well on is the one that matters the least. And don't give me some shit about how I probably did just fine b/c the last time we had multiple tests in one day, I ended up failing. "So what's the evidence...?" I saw this b/c one of the Learning Specialists the Center for Academic Performance Office at our school gave this talk about a month ago that was supposed to be about test anxiety. Well, why do people get anxious about tests? B/c they don't think they will do well and are afraid to fail. Her response to that was, "But you've studied, and you've prepared, so what's the evidence that you would fail?" Uh, cuz it happened before sista!!!
Anyhow, this shit is hard. Neuro has been horrible to me thus far. I described it to a classmate earlier as "Like throwing wet spaghetti at the wall." Certainly, you will get some to stick when you're doing this, but by the next morning, be damn sure it's all on the floor. In my case, I study and study and think I have something, then the next day it is so gone from my brain. Did I mention this shit is hard?
Worse than that, it's Friday afternoon, I just took 3 tests. But we have more next week (Monday and Tuesday) so I am here, in the library, allowing myself a good half hour to play on the internet and write in my LJ to chronicle this disaster. I was supposed to be going with a bunch of grad students across the street (literally) to all of these museums that are apparently pretty top notch, but which I have never seen. So here was my opportunity to go with people for free and see a bit more of what Fort Worth has to offer, but alas... I will be here. In the biblioteca. All fucking weekend. Again. Better yet, I get to do it all over the next week b/c we have our 3rd Neuro written exam the following Monday. Oh, and again the weekend after that b/c we have our first Cardio exam the Tuesday before Thanksgiving break.
I had a lengthy conversation with our first year Course Director yesterday. He was very supportive and helpful and offered me some good advice re: study strategies b/c let's be honest, I never had to study before and am not so good at it. One of his comments is sticking with me and it basically had to do with "the grind." As in, we have to really grind it out right now and no one who hasn't been through it can really understand it.
Every day I walk past the admissions office and see all the hopeful pre-meds in there awaiting their interviews and desperate for someone to pick them! I look wistfully and then wonder, how much shit would I get myself into if one day I decided to bust through the doors and tell the whole lot of them that's it's not what you think. Recognize that you most likely have a beautiful life right now and you're about to give it ALL up. I don't care how close to home and family you will be or whatever else makes you feel comfortable coming to THIS particular school. Do you really want to turn your life on it's head for an uncertain future? More than that, to spend hours upon hours studying shit that just won't stick. Lack of understanding is NOT the problem, but volume sure as hell is.
I feel like I'm finally a REAL first year, bitching and moaning about how HARD medical school is. I thought I might be able to avoid that. Guess even the strong shall falter.
Many spanks,
BBC ;)
Anyhow, this shit is hard. Neuro has been horrible to me thus far. I described it to a classmate earlier as "Like throwing wet spaghetti at the wall." Certainly, you will get some to stick when you're doing this, but by the next morning, be damn sure it's all on the floor. In my case, I study and study and think I have something, then the next day it is so gone from my brain. Did I mention this shit is hard?
Worse than that, it's Friday afternoon, I just took 3 tests. But we have more next week (Monday and Tuesday) so I am here, in the library, allowing myself a good half hour to play on the internet and write in my LJ to chronicle this disaster. I was supposed to be going with a bunch of grad students across the street (literally) to all of these museums that are apparently pretty top notch, but which I have never seen. So here was my opportunity to go with people for free and see a bit more of what Fort Worth has to offer, but alas... I will be here. In the biblioteca. All fucking weekend. Again. Better yet, I get to do it all over the next week b/c we have our 3rd Neuro written exam the following Monday. Oh, and again the weekend after that b/c we have our first Cardio exam the Tuesday before Thanksgiving break.
I had a lengthy conversation with our first year Course Director yesterday. He was very supportive and helpful and offered me some good advice re: study strategies b/c let's be honest, I never had to study before and am not so good at it. One of his comments is sticking with me and it basically had to do with "the grind." As in, we have to really grind it out right now and no one who hasn't been through it can really understand it.
Every day I walk past the admissions office and see all the hopeful pre-meds in there awaiting their interviews and desperate for someone to pick them! I look wistfully and then wonder, how much shit would I get myself into if one day I decided to bust through the doors and tell the whole lot of them that's it's not what you think. Recognize that you most likely have a beautiful life right now and you're about to give it ALL up. I don't care how close to home and family you will be or whatever else makes you feel comfortable coming to THIS particular school. Do you really want to turn your life on it's head for an uncertain future? More than that, to spend hours upon hours studying shit that just won't stick. Lack of understanding is NOT the problem, but volume sure as hell is.
I feel like I'm finally a REAL first year, bitching and moaning about how HARD medical school is. I thought I might be able to avoid that. Guess even the strong shall falter.
Many spanks,
BBC ;)