first week of med school done!
Saturday night, lying in bed, because of course I got sick the moment I had some room to breathe. Sorry if this post is all over the place!
I'm fresh off my first week of med school, and it's still a little surreal to call myself a med student. I feel like I don't deserve it yet. I haven't said the words "I'm a med student" out loud, ever. And aren't we first years supposed to be really proud of getting in?
I have a lot of thoughts about campus, but maybe I'll talk about it another time. My everyday routine is starting to take shape: wake up before dawn, zone out on the train, walk around campus a bit bewildered, go back home and crash. I have a few more weeks left until I move into my new place, and the commute is killing me. An hour from home to school, filled with a lot of walking in between stations because the public transportation system isn't the best. I've been spoiled by living within walking distance to my college. I need to get a new primer, too: my everyday makeup isn't commute-proof enough.
I'm still trying to get into a good rhythm. I got thrown off by a bunch of serious issues plaguing the university right now, and I haven't really reset my brain yet. There's no clear divide in my head from college to med school, partly due to things I can't control, and I hate it when that happens. All that work and there's still acts of God to work around. Guess I'm still a bit of a control freak.
But enough about the negatives. I don't want to jinx myself, so I won't be overly positive, but I think I can be realistic with things. I can do it. I have my own systems to rely on. I have a good support network to fall back on when things get hard. It'll be an extremely difficult road ahead, but in the blink of an eye I'll be at the end of this part of my life looking back like, it's over?
I hope you guys are staying hydrated!