Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Freaking Out

So school has been back in session for three weeks now, and I have to say that I feel somewhat discouraged. My brain feels like its leaking. I attend all my classes, do all my work, and keep up with my reading and I still feel like I know nothing, understand nothing and retain nothing. My first exam of the term is Friday and it’s in Pathophysiology. I was a bio major in undergrad, this is stuff that should be at least a little familiar, and yet the details escape me. The worst part is that when I share my feelings with friends in my class, they all smile at me like I’m exaggerating, like I really know everything, or I’m just being dramatic. The truth is I am genuinely worried that this semester is going to kick my butt. I don’t understand Pathophysiology. Fundamentals of Clinical Medicine is taught by a series of foreign guest lecturers who have extremely heavy accents. Behavioral Medicine is taught by a nice old man who digresses about his time working in STD clinics in NYC, but has yet to teach us anything about psychiatry, and there is no text book for the course so we have no other place to get information. Diagnostic Methods is the only class that I feel remotely comfortable in, but it’s worth the fewest credits. And starting next week we begin the first part of our board exam clinical testing, which means if I don’t pass those tests I‘m not allowed to practice medicine. I’m spending 30 hours a week in class, and another 15 in the breaks between lectures and the commute, and I’m still studying when I get home. I’m tired even when I get enough sleep. I have no social life. I’m not getting to enjoy summer.

In short I’m freaking out a little.

Saturday, May 5, 2007

The Last Weekend.














So I have been enjoying my time away from the program. I spent some time visiting friends, and some time relaxing, and some time working, but most of all I've been enjoying not having to study. Unfortunately that all ends on Monday. Summer classes are about to start, and I have to admit that I am thoroughly less motivated then I need to be. I would even go so far as to say I don't want to go back. It's not that I don't like what we're studying, and I do enjoy learning all that neat stuff, but the fact of the matter is that I miss the days of summer vacations. Some part of me feels like it's very unfair to be back in school and not get to have a summer break (especially when my husband gets one). Sigh... I guess this is growing up.

I don't like it.