Maybe this post seems misplaced in time and space–but I am trying to recall how I passed USMLE Step 1. I am attempting to figure out how to study for third year shelf exams. Continue reading
Tired of bacilli and virions not sticking?
Can’t get enough of diarrhea-inducing prokaryotes?
I’ve a few charts which might pic up the happiness of your studies! We can skip down micro memory lane. Hold hands. Thrive. Continue reading
Fell in love with this dish while doing a gig with my wedding-photographer-by-weekends, software-consultant-on-weekdays dad. Continue reading
Some addictions, like running and studying, can benefit the abuser in therapeutic doses. Others, whether by over indulgence or one-time use… not so much. I don’t know where one might classify blogging–definitely not beside crack cocaine, but not quite far enough removed from, say, food over-consumption or TV marathoning or whatever seemed benign at the time until you realized that your quiz and future life depends on other things than the free-T-shirt Continue reading
Or more commonly, indianmeal moth. During the nightly study ritual, my computer at the table, my roommate’s notes strewn across the kitchen bar, some moths flitted over our heads. And soon others. One staring down from the ceiling. Two tacked on the pantry door. Three of us living here with three shelves now apparently a buffet for our newly discovered and completely unwelcome dinner guests.
Welcome back. Those two little words cannot come soon enough. This Monday, they will mean that my class of 20-16 survived the first year of medical school. That biochemistry came and went. That neuroscience didn’t fry our minds. That anatomy couldn’t pull us into the grave. That nothing was going to keep us from our windowless classroom with its onslaught of useless information. That we are second years.