Med School Anxiety
I had a nightmare last night. It was the first day of med school. I was in a big auditorium with hundreds of kids, including two high school friends (neither of whom are med students and one of whom I haven't talked to in twelve years).
We were supposed to bake chocolate chip cookies. Everyone seemed to accept this as a normal first-day-of-medical-school activity. Even worse, they all had their ingredients already! I had nothing. I had no desire to bake cookies, either. I thought it was silly and was confident in my refusal to join in.
Then, as people started getting stressed about finishing their baking in time, I started to worry. Would I get kicked out for not doing this assignment? I tried to stay calm, but then suddenly a bunch of students started doing some kind of acrobatic routine in the front of the class. They stacked themselves into human pyramids, but their movements were too frantic. They weren't in control. Bodies started falling, bones cracking on the floor.
Surely "Structural Anatomy" can't be worse than that. Right?
We were supposed to bake chocolate chip cookies. Everyone seemed to accept this as a normal first-day-of-medical-school activity. Even worse, they all had their ingredients already! I had nothing. I had no desire to bake cookies, either. I thought it was silly and was confident in my refusal to join in.
Then, as people started getting stressed about finishing their baking in time, I started to worry. Would I get kicked out for not doing this assignment? I tried to stay calm, but then suddenly a bunch of students started doing some kind of acrobatic routine in the front of the class. They stacked themselves into human pyramids, but their movements were too frantic. They weren't in control. Bodies started falling, bones cracking on the floor.
Surely "Structural Anatomy" can't be worse than that. Right?
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