Day 1330: Childhood & classes

Today's picture: childhood

How cute is baby Jessica?! I probably still fit into that dress ;)

Anyway, today I wanted to let you all know why class is a waste of (my) time. Classes run from 8am to 3/4/5pm. This is an entire day of attending lectures that are either too slow or have too much information for me to process or are dimly lit and cause me to fall asleep. And if I actually attended class, I would be both worn out and still expect myself to study afterwards. Med school is no joke! This is worst than a full-time job! I highly do NOT recommend attending medical school! (This is only a half-joke.) For me, going to the library and going over the information myself is the best use of my time. The best part is, I get to go over the information with classmates which helps solidify it for me.

However, let me be honest. I am still trying to figure out how to do this little thing called medical school. Bleck.

Day 719: Classes, Shadows and Recognition

Classes...

...are o-v-e-r! I am officially done taking classes for medical school. I could probably keep taking courses (more advanced ones to a) show I still want to learn, and b) further improve/maintain my GPA) but I'm going to pass.

...in medical school.

I partook in a child psychiatry rotation at a medical school. It was actually pretty interesting. Apparently, students take tests all the time (shocker) in med school and clinical rotations aren't any different. The doctor teaching the course is a friend-of-a-friend and he is crazyawesome. We have similar personalities and beliefs so we chat very comfortably. Chatting with him actually got me back in the mindset to re-apply and sell, sell, sell (me)!

Shadows...

...aren't always creepy. I shadowed said-child-psychiatrist at his place of work and that was fascinating. The children there are all sorts of different and behaviorally...unstable. It wasn't a bad thing. It was really interesting to see how the environment was structured (meaning a lot of structure) because of the lack of structure (and stability) in the children's lives.

Recognition...

...comes when you least expect it. Long story short, my boss at my internship (Dr. Z) has not disdained my presence as of late and actually told a researcher to make sure he put my name on a manuscript! What?! Oh I know. That's how I felt.