Alphabetical destiny.
I have to be honest.
My first few weeks in med school (particularly during Anatomy classes) had me hating cadaver dissection. And, it wasn't entirely because I was scared shit of allowing my scalpel to touch a dead 40-something human being. But because my groupmates (the last group of the Vs, Ws and Zs) didn't really make me feel comfortable.
I felt stupider, less experienced... inferior. They had that unmistakable I-was-Magna-in-undergrad air. They sliced through layers of fascia and muscle like it was the most normal thing to do. And, they were all taller than me (an unfortunate fact that I can never deny).
I never liked the feeling of being little.
Fast forward to five years after, here I was in a beach with my feet trudging lazily across shining gray sand. I was playing good ole' patintero under the moonlight with my blockmates, my alphabetical destiny.
We've been called "weird", "bakla" and "crazy-ingay" by people we hardly knew (mostly the interns, haha) and we LOVE it. I never felt uncomfortable with them anymore. They are my family in med school and they have always ALWAYS had my back ever since we came to know of each other's quirks and eccentricities.
My block isn't close to perfect. (Ika nga ni Iyay, "Jologs nga tayo, pero walang talent!")
But, that is what I need to get through medical school --- a set of crazy Kremlins to tolerate it with everyday.
Other pics are at my Multiply and at our block's Multiply.
My first few weeks in med school (particularly during Anatomy classes) had me hating cadaver dissection. And, it wasn't entirely because I was scared shit of allowing my scalpel to touch a dead 40-something human being. But because my groupmates (the last group of the Vs, Ws and Zs) didn't really make me feel comfortable.
I felt stupider, less experienced... inferior. They had that unmistakable I-was-Magna-in-undergrad air. They sliced through layers of fascia and muscle like it was the most normal thing to do. And, they were all taller than me (an unfortunate fact that I can never deny).
I never liked the feeling of being little.
Fast forward to five years after, here I was in a beach with my feet trudging lazily across shining gray sand. I was playing good ole' patintero under the moonlight with my blockmates, my alphabetical destiny.
We've been called "weird", "bakla" and "crazy-ingay" by people we hardly knew (mostly the interns, haha) and we LOVE it. I never felt uncomfortable with them anymore. They are my family in med school and they have always ALWAYS had my back ever since we came to know of each other's quirks and eccentricities.
My block isn't close to perfect. (Ika nga ni Iyay, "Jologs nga tayo, pero walang talent!")
But, that is what I need to get through medical school --- a set of crazy Kremlins to tolerate it with everyday.
Other pics are at my Multiply and at our block's Multiply.