I want to post an opinion, too.
I liked first year of medical school better. I was excited about everything, everything was new, and I thought I needed to study every second I was awake.
Now, second year, I'm no where near as excited. Things are just normal...everyday is about the same. I'm not so scared that I'll fail a class, I'm not worried I won't get a good grade (what's a good grade anyway??)
I also had a hot girlfriend, even though we drove each other nuts!
I'm ready for another change...maybe a change every month...a new implacable physician to work for who'll have his own way to do everything, and tell me what I learned in medical school isn't the "real world." A doctor that will slaughter me as he yells, "Dingo's Kidneys!" when I say, "That's not now we did it at DMU." (I actually won't say that, but I know many in our class will, and when they get hammered, I hope they call me so I can calm them...then whenI hang up I'll laugh my butt off!)
I'm ready to do thoracentesis, chorionic villi sampling, DRE's, H&P until I can't stand asking if they've ever smoked pot before. I'm ready to go from hospital to hospital, meeting new people, and having to say, "Well, you pronounce my name anyway you like..I don't care." to their question, "How do you say your name?...no really!?!"
I'm tired of studying words on paper...I remember a patient and a "clinical scenario" better if I have a human being in my mind to associate with the disease. Like the 16 year old female with SLE that I assisted in the removal of 30cc's of turbid fluid from the Pouch of Douglas using the longest needle I've ever seen, and a pair of tissue forceps that to move the cervix out of the way.
Or the first cirrhotis alcoholic I put on a metal pan on wheels...then took to the morgue.
Or the ARDS alcoholic who lived 2 months on a ventilator...while I took care of all his health care, then de-intubated. Then sent him to the ward, then got him all healthy.....FOR HIM TO GO HOME AND DRINK AGAIN!
I guess I'm just ready to move on.
Anybody want to feed a bitchy, pot bellied Frenchman wiht a big nose for Thanksgiving?