Newbies

I went to the school library yesterday hoping that being surrounded by vast chronicles of knowledge would inspire me to stay motivated in my studying. While there I saw my first M3. I knew it was a new M3 by his clean white short white coat with a few bare essentials in the pockets but not quite overloaded as it could be and the look of excitement mixed with panic on his face.

At first, seeing the M3 made me feel really cool and important. "Look at him, so lost and overwhelmed. But, I.. I am a seasoned veteran! I know the codes to the supply closets and where to find standardized order forms! I am an M4!"

But then it made me feel old.

Then reality set in and I started to freak out-- I'm now the one that is suppose to know the answers if the M3 doesnt. I'm the one who is suppose to actually know what the next step in management of the patient is. I'm the one who is suppose to be working on a CV and a personal statement and residency applications! Oh, and I'm the one who is going to be a DOCTOR in a year!!!

Bring on the Zofran...

Back to the Grindstone

So I finished my week of Board Exams (finals, basically), and I took an entire week off. Yep, despite the fact I brought books for the six hour drive, I ended up playing my new Nintendo DS instead. And, all that time spent laying about with my Step 2 Secrets book within arms reach, I decided to focus on tanning, napping, and watching America's Funniest Videos instead.

But now I'm back to Jackson, the real world, and yes, even studying.

As of right now, I have 334 hours to study for my USMLE Step 2 Exam. I've set myself up on a fairly strict study plan, supplemented by a solid prayer plan. I'm hoping the combination of the two will pull me through.

Torture

For the Chinese it was drops of water, for the British it was the Iron Maiden. For me, it is a week long of exams. Every day my desire to study lessens. I seem to be turning my exams a little earlier each day as move through the exams quicker, my will to care gone.

Good news, one more.