Remarkably, we are half-way through our first semester. Despite the joy and anticipation of the recent White Coat Ceremony this past weekend, the semester itself has been a spasmodic convulsion of stress and study interrupted by the infrequent, brain-squeezing exam. At this point, I daresay that people who go to medical school must be the worst kind of masochists, myself included.
The sad reality is, though, that I love this. I love the stress. I love the pressure. I love the learning and I love (did I mention love?) the fact that we are being molded, through this fiery crucible, into physicians. It gives me an anticipation for the future and reminds me that, despite my many years, this old dog can be taught new tricks. The suffering is oddly encouraging.
With that, I give you the following two videos: two more balloons have passed from this world to the next, marking the completion of another couple of difficult medical school exams.
They were good balloons. May they rest in peace...
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