There’s approximately 4 weeks until the end of my first year, and every minute that passes by could not pass by any slower. I’m desperately anxious for my summer break (which really, I’m not too sure can count as an actual “break” because I’ll be conducting research for all 8 weeks of it), and my brain is starting to shut off. I feel as though I can’t study any longer, I can’t force myself to study any more, and I can’t bring myself to care. Which is horrible really, and what I’m dreading the most is that I’m slowly inching closer to my breaking point and reaching the stage that people always warn you against: burn out.
Summer, can you get here any sooner?
First semester of medical school: DONE.
It’s hard to describe the experience in words: it’s flown by so fast (and yet so slowly), but before I knew it, I found myself sitting here at my desk trying to convey how utterly surreal it’s been (while haphazardly trying to pack for my flight to Taiwan tomorrow morning). I’ve met lots of amazing people, am astounded with how much I’ve learned in only 6 months, and am desperately trying to figure out how I’m supposed to keep all this information in my head.
Classmates have been making status updates with how we’re “1/8th” of a doctor now — and the thought is kind of terrifying. If this semester is any indication, 7 more will fly right on by and I’ll be responsible for people’s lives. Holy. Cow.
…trying not to let that thought get the best of me. Until then, I’m going half way around the world on a long-awaited vacation. Prepare for upcoming picture posts! :)
