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Just date the undergrads. There's an endless supply of them.
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Il Destriero
Most of them are so immature. A lot of hotties but the age difference makes a much bigger impact than I thought
Just date the undergrads. There's an endless supply of them.
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Il Destriero
The first two years were a lot like high school, except the people were slightly more tolerable in some ways. High school for me involved a lot of frustration with my classmates' anti-intellectual attitudes. For instance, a real conversation from high school:
Me: "Hey guys, I've been noticing recently that even though it certainly feels like we have some amount of choice and self-determination, since we can only make one "choice" from a set of options, I don't think it's possible we can ever know whether the universe is deterministic or allows for choice. Do you guys have any thoughts on this or can you think of any ways we can know this sort of thing that I've missed?"
Friends: "Dude, shut up. It's lunch period. This is no-thinking time."
In med school, people will usually be happy to talk about this sort of stuff (although their points are more frequently half-baked/concrete/uninteresting than when talking with fellow philosophy people in college, which I miss).
The social dynamics were similar in that you spend a lot of time with the same people and in my program (which was PBL), everybody got out of group at the same time and had lunch together. People were cliquey, with groups revolving around, typically, either personality or specialty. The "California people," for whatever reason tended to hang out together. There were a few people who were more philosophically trained/inclined, who I hung out with (however, most of these people for whatever reason were also planning on doing psych, so it's unclear which initially formed the basis of the clique). However, I felt the cliques were a little less exclusive and people were more friendly to out-groups.
In the clinical years, I find it hard to compare to high school. It's much more comparable to when I had a ****ty summer job in college than high school. In my ****ty summer job, there was one vagrant 19 year old who would show up to work high and ask me to drive him home because he lost his license due to a DUI. On clinical rotations, there's often some idiot who refuses to preround on patients, never prints out notes, never gathers wound supplies, can't follow up on a fax, etc. and generates more work. At my ****ty summer job, I would often get dismissed right before I would hit overtime hours. In the hospital, I often get dismissed right before signout. In both situations, it was framed as "you get to go home early." In both situations people asked me incredibly dumb questions or expected me to know **** that I had no business knowing: "Excuse me, med student who is not part of my medical team, my doctor said I might want to have some procedure, I don't remember what it was but I think it starts with an H. Anyway, my insurance is X and I wasn't sure whether that thing will be covered. Do you know about this?" Both the hospital and my ****ty summer job involved unscheduled lunch breaks at the attached food court which mostly sells ****ty food. Both the hospital and my ****ty summer job involved some cursory day of "training" after which I knew some esoteric random stuff about my work environment but still didn't know things like what to do on my first day.
The first two years were a lot like high school, except the people were slightly more tolerable in some ways. High school for me involved a lot of frustration with my classmates' anti-intellectual attitudes. For instance, a real conversation from high school:
Me: "Hey guys, I've been noticing recently that even though it certainly feels like we have some amount of choice and self-determination, since we can only make one "choice" from a set of options, I don't think it's possible we can ever know whether the universe is deterministic or allows for choice. Do you guys have any thoughts on this or can you think of any ways we can know this sort of thing that I've missed?"
Friends: "Dude, shut up. It's lunch period. This is no-thinking time."
One of our recent fellows was a huge cerebral intellectual, complete with Ivy League philosophy degrees (note the "s"), etc. They were thinking on a different level all the time. I think their year was much less intellectual than they expected. We're a bunch of amazing CV prestige ******, and look fabulous on paper, but at the end of the day we just want to do the job well and efficiently and go home to our significant others/hobbies/beach houses/whisky collection, not debate the merits of *** (insert anything not directly related to today's patient care here). At the end of the day, medicine is just a job, and even if you're one of only a couple hospitals performing some rare procedures or are writing the book on cutting edge research, it's still just a job.
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Il Destriero
Yeah, I did.You talked like this in high school??? That is kind of a strange lunch-time topic...
Yeah, I did.
But I also was a little bit weird like that in high school. There were at least two times I can recall where teachers had to basically tell me to stop talking (despite the fact that they thought I made good points) because I was demolishing somebody else's argument to the point of almost bringing them to tears. One of them was an actual formal debate in a history class about federalism/antifederalism and the other was just me challenging another student in psychology class regarding accommodations for people with learning disabilities.
I calmed down a bit in college because I realized that most people don't like being confronted on their beliefs all the time, but I still get frustrated when people who have shown at least some commitment to learning don't even want to amiably discuss their understanding of the world.
I have a friend in law school who says that it's just like high school. Small class = drama, rotations with the same ~50 students, she even has to eat lunch in the same 1 hr. period as them.
Is med school kind of like that or nah?
how does one spot a gunner? how does one not become a gunner? I really want to do well, but don't want to look at myself in the mirror one day and find out i'm..... dun dun dun.... a gunner
My med school class was awesome (pbl)... to this day some of my closest friends. I've stood up in their weddings, we get our kids together. Every other year we rent a massive house in outer banks with our families... honestly, one of the best stages of my life.
Maybe I was fortunate though.. I was engaged in m1, married after m2. Made it easy to pass on nights at the bar and hunker down. It's all a balance man. The only way to survive.
You, I like. I've been lately looking into global transient amnesia where certain patients exibit function-like response to a repeated given set of inputs due to memory resets which begs the obvious question of free will as non existent, and our verbal responses/gestures as deterministic.The first two years were a lot like high school, except the people were slightly more tolerable in some ways. High school for me involved a lot of frustration with my classmates' anti-intellectual attitudes. For instance, a real conversation from high school:
Me: "Hey guys, I've been noticing recently that even though it certainly feels like we have some amount of choice and self-determination, since we can only make one "choice" from a set of options, I don't think it's possible we can ever know whether the universe is deterministic or allows for choice. Do you guys have any thoughts on this or can you think of any ways we can know this sort of thing that I've missed?"
Friends: "Dude, shut up. It's lunch period. This is no-thinking time."
In med school, people will usually be happy to talk about this sort of stuff (although their points are more frequently half-baked/concrete/uninteresting than when talking with fellow philosophy people in college, which I miss).
The social dynamics were similar in that you spend a lot of time with the same people and in my program (which was PBL), everybody got out of group at the same time and had lunch together. People were cliquey, with groups revolving around, typically, either personality or specialty. The "California people," for whatever reason tended to hang out together. There were a few people who were more philosophically trained/inclined, who I hung out with (however, most of these people for whatever reason were also planning on doing psych, so it's unclear which initially formed the basis of the clique). However, I felt the cliques were a little less exclusive and people were more friendly to out-groups.
In the clinical years, I find it hard to compare to high school. It's much more comparable to when I had a ****ty summer job in college than high school. In my ****ty summer job, there was one vagrant 19 year old who would show up to work high and ask me to drive him home because he lost his license due to a DUI. On clinical rotations, there's often some idiot who refuses to preround on patients, never prints out notes, never gathers wound supplies, can't follow up on a fax, etc. and generates more work. At my ****ty summer job, I would often get dismissed right before I would hit overtime hours. In the hospital, I often get dismissed right before signout. In both situations, it was framed as "you get to go home early." In both situations people asked me incredibly dumb questions or expected me to know **** that I had no business knowing: "Excuse me, med student who is not part of my medical team, my doctor said I might want to have some procedure, I don't remember what it was but I think it starts with an H. Anyway, my insurance is X and I wasn't sure whether that thing will be covered. Do you know about this?" Both the hospital and my ****ty summer job involved unscheduled lunch breaks at the attached food court which mostly sells ****ty food. Both the hospital and my ****ty summer job involved some cursory day of "training" after which I knew some esoteric random stuff about my work environment but still didn't know things like what to do on my first day.
You, I like. I've been lately looking into global transient amnesia where certain patients exibit function-like response to a repeated given set of inputs due to memory resets which begs the obvious question of free will as non existent, and our verbal responses/gestures as deterministic.
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