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
725,000 PSI and 2,200°F–the stuff it takes to make diamonds. Like some hyperbaric chamber under a blazing summer sun, med school has me squished. And I’m starting to sweat not glimmer. Continue reading
Here tests, there classes. Everywhere thoughts, nowhere patients.
Does anyone feel the strain of being wonderfully alive and woefully human? Continue reading
Holy cocoa! My inbox just burst open with the most hopeful email. And after a recent post on my school’s USMLE scare-fest, we pre-clinical kids could use some sweet words. To simply click “save” on this one would be akin to hiding away goody bags of dark chocolate from a good candy house found at the tail end of the night’s trick-or-treating!
Try not to get too freaked out… it will be okay. We both have within us what it takes to succeed, and will make it through. A good friend of mine, a fellow patient who has endured far more than I could ever imagine (and despite her significant illnesses became a judge for patients with disabilities) Continue reading
Halloween hasn’t quite happened but Step 1 already had us second years quivering in maroon swivel chairs of a windowless room.
Last month, our professors “cordially invited” the entire class to a mandatory introduction to the joys of USMLE. This afternoon, like good, little pre-clinical med students, the whitest white-coated kind, we tried our best to muster up all our optimism. It had been a long day beginning with a quiz in parasitic worms along with necrotizing fungi and ending in lectures on every known sexually transmitted disease. With terrifying slides of clinical examples. In color. Continue reading