the perils of

             I haven't been in med school for a long time, but let me say something (possibly) premature and (probably) naive: I think I'm in the right place. Because I have learned so, so much in the past month or so, and I absolutely love the things that I'm learning.              Back in high school, I used to see med school as something I just had to endure before I became a doctor. Sort of like having to sit through the lame MCTRB infomercials before the actual movie, I used to think med school was five years I would simply have to sacrifice before I could get to the really really good parts of my life.             And maybe the more time I spend here, the more that feeling will resurface. But maybe, beneath all those feelings (which, like Fr. Dacanay says, are impermanent), I'll discover that I really am right where I'm supposed to be.                 It's been a highly stressful month for me (and for Batch 2019). Already there's a lot that I

    Hello, little blog of mine. I'm sorry for having forsaken you, but the pressures of med school are quickly building up and there are not enough hours in a day. There is also not enough coffee in my cupboard, so thank you for reminding me to add it to my grocery list.     Anyway, it's been about a month into med school. What's it like?     There are exams every week (although maybe that's just for this month) and each exam covers what would normally, in college, be covered in a month. And in equal detail. I still have time to do things other than study, like exercise, tweet, or play the guitar. My roommates Bel, Micha, and Pat even take the time to cook their own meals (which I seldom have the patience for). Actually, Pat's currently doing a jigsaw puzzle whilst watching Miracle in Cell Number 6, Micha is napping, and Bel is playing the violin. My point: We all still have time to unwind.     Context: we just had a killer exam earlier. Killer . I don't