Just arrived few hours ago from school, and for some weird reasons I feel like writing. I'm having a lot of positive energy. Uhuh, it's some first day high madness and it's kinda cool.
I'm in the middle of organizing my schedule and my classes.
Finally, I'm on my third year in medical school. Can you imagine that?
Finally, I'm on my third year in medical school. Can you imagine that?
I remembered the days when I was trying to figure out what medical school was all about as I watched the first year students gather in the cafeteria. I couldn't believe that I made it through. I mean with everything that has happened to me, I'm just lucky to have reached this far. My older brother and my grandmother died the summer before I entered medical school so the common scenario back then was hospital, funeral and cemetery. It was depressing.
Unlike others who were preparing themselves for med school, I on the other hand had to be physically and emotionally equipped to survive the academical load. Pity. If only things turned out differently, I would have motivated myself to excel in my subjects. But, alas God had other plans for me. I found my compassion however that summer. I realized that those sad and painful experiences happened for me to develop the gift of empathy, which I know would be important for my medical career.
