Reflections

I have nothing to write about, really. I just wanted to say that I love the stark simplicity of this blog.

By the way, I am uncovering the earliest blog entries of one of my favorite female surgeon blogger. She started in second year, med school. Which is more or less where I am right now.

I've been losing interest in this blog. When I started, I had these great hopes of writing really good entries and stuff like that. Now I'm thinking that this blog won't really amount to much.

However, the thing is, I realized that I have lost touch to the core reason why I started this anyway. It's not to wow people with my med school adventures (which doesn't amount to much, in the first place). It's more of a gift of myself to myself... a record of the person I was and the person I'm turning out to be.

This obscure blog is mine. And those who find themselves here are free to glimpse through my life.

But as I said, this is mine. And one day, I'll read through these entries and look at the person I was and smile... Smile at my victories... smile at my tragedies... smile at my adventures and misadventures...

And in the end, pass this on to my children (and the rest of my progeny)... A gift of myself to the future generation.

:)

Studying

My Anatomy book lies open and ignored in my old bedroom, waiting for me to finally come to my senses and start studying.

Random Thoughts of a Would-be Second Year

I found out that a friend of mine from 2nd year failed. So we'll be classmates this year.

I feel really bad for her. And at the same time, I am shocked. She's one of the good students. I see her studying in the library with her boyfriend (who also happens to be uber smart). She's part of the council. It's just pretty much unbelievable.

Our grades are out.

I'm confident about my status (yes, I'll be in second year next school year for sure) but I have qualms regarding my general average. Will I still get my scholarship???

In a way, I'm excited.

Who will my new classmates be? For sure, a few will remain in first year. (I hope all of my friends pass.) And of course, there will be second years who didn't make it. This will be interesting.

I'm wondering about a friend (..sort of friend..). Will he finally make it? Although it would be fun to have him for a classmate, I'd much rather see him in 3rd year. And well, yeah. There's a big chance we'll be classmates in 3rd year anyway. (Hmm... I'm being mean.)

So... all in all, I hope it will be a great year.

.xoxo.

One Month To Go

The knowledge that the more I know, the more I do not know, is humbling. But, that's not supposed to stop me, right?

One month has passed since the end of first year. And while I have managed to stay somewhere along the top of the class (2nd? 3rd?), and have somehow managed to do well in my exams (.. psychic power?..), the fact of my ignorance is glaring at me in the face.

Eek. I know hardly anything.

Seriously.

With one month to go till second year, I have to somehow get over my natural tendency towards procrastination and find a way to get myself motivated.

Ugh. Now what?