Passing the torch
Today, my class and I registered for our fourth year. So, now it's
officially our last year in med school.
Later, a few of us met with the new 3rd years to offer them our sage
advice for surviving this rite of passage. We shared our wisdom, our
do's, and our dont's. We told them about the long hours on surgery, of
not seeing your family for a week at a time on Labor and Delivery,
about working 75 hours in a week and still being expected to find time
to study for the NBME. In general, we scared the beejeesus out of 'em.
Then, mercifully, we brought them back from the brink and told them
that it would be all right; that they would make it through just as we
did.
As I looked at their big "doe" eyes, I wondered, "could I possibly
have looked like that just 12 months ago?" I'm sure I did. And I'm
sure in 12 months, they'll be looking at the next class in just the
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