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...