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Dear Vox,
You were my first and will always have a special place in my heart. Who knows? If things with WordPress turn south, maybe we'll find each other again. Goodness knows how many times I've stayed away from you for some time, only to be lured back with memories of the good times we shared.
But until then, au revoir!
Love,
Yvonne
Essay 1: Professionalism in Medicine
Status: Submitted , October 2, 2009 4:59 PM
Sometimes little things can trigger mighty powerful memories.
I just had a flashback of my entire junior and senior years of college from pushing the "Submit" button at 4:59pm. The last-minute blood-pumping, adrenaline-rushing, heart-thumping paper-writing action never gets old. ("Does this sentence even make sense? Oh crap, 3 minutes left! It's gonna have to stay the way it is. What is this paragraph originally about? No time to re-read it! Hopefully this last idea fits in. etc.") Procrastination really isn't for the faint of heart. And don't worry, I did the same for papers in English as well as en Français, because I believe in diversity and don't discriminate.
As you might have guessed, the paper was due at 5pm. I will chalk this one up as a victory for procrastinators of the world. I wish I could show you people's faces when I told them I hadn't even started at 11am today. Is it really that shocking? I mean, there were still 6 hours before it was due...
Everyday I realize more and more that I don't fit in the med school crowd and that my life is a study in mediocrity. This was no more obvious than today, when a few of us were discussing grades on the past mid-term exam. I commented that as long as one passes the exams, it's all peachy. However, my casual remark apparently rocked someone's world as they duly informed me that "some residency programs, like ENT (ear nose throat, or otorhinolaryngology), will look at every one of your grades and see how many honors you had!" Good thing I'm not gunning for an ENT residency.
As promised, I did not attend the 8am lecture this morning. Unfortunately, in my enthusiasm for skipping class, I ended up moseying into class at 9:07, at which point the lecture, part 2, was well on its way. In a sad attempt to maneuver stealthily and quickly to my usual spot as a fire hazard on the side stairs, the Brain failed to notify the Leg that a short wall was much closer than Leg had calculated for. Leg went straight for the first step of the stairs, only to be caught by Wall's sharp corner. Now Leg is sporting a really attractive gash.
Payback from the medical school gods? Perhaps, but it's gonna take a hell of a lot more than this to get me to an 8am class. It's the principle, damn it.
