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Hello there,
So...I don't want to write an autobiography detailing my marvelous misadventures in Medical School (I have a feeling I'll end up doing just that...bear with me, please). I'll try to keep this as short and concise as possible. I just really need some advice about where to go from where I am now. And by advice I mean 'additional advice', since all I've gotten up till now (from "friends" and family) hasn't really helped me in any way...
Here it goes:
Basically, what happened was I screwed up my first year of Medical School. Like...really screwed up. It isn't that I don't like medicine (on the contrary, I LOVE it). I loved every single subject we took this year. Anatomy, Physiology, Histology, Biochemistry, everything! I would love going to the library and reading books, and at the beginning of the year all I wanted was to be among the top ten in my class. I used to study every day, and look up additional info to make sure I understood everything. I would study from textbooks when many people in my class would rely solely on the professor's lecture notes/slides (Many, not ALL. We have a lot of passionate people still...)
However, halfway through first semester I got sidetracked. Without going in too much detail, what happened was basically that:
1)I let the words of some pathetic people in our class get to me. I got depressed and stopped studying consistently. Those people spent most of their time making other students' lives miserable, being rude to professors and the occasional patient. Everything other than studying. They attacked anyone who so much as whispered 'I like medicine'
2)I became close friends with a person who didn't really like studying or like seeing others study. She kind of helped drag me away from studying, since she never wanted to. I started skipping lectures, spent all my time doing anything BUT studying... I'm not blaming her, I'm blaming myself for focusing on friendship more than my future...
3) I've always had low self-esteem and anxiety, but I SERIOUSLY started focusing on what people thought of me, my studying, and my life goals, rather than on my love for medicine. It got to the point where I let the words of every single person on my studying affect me. From the gunners right down to the failing students.
All this led to me getting average marks in first semester...I didn't fail anything. I got 81% in anatomy, 87% in Biochemistry, and 88% in community medicine (which were the classes we were examined on in first semester). Of course, the more passionate students who did not allow stupid things like the ones I mentioned above got much higher grades. I was now in the bottom half of my class...It made me even more miserable. My self esteem just...evaporated. I let words get to me more and more, and I started feeling really really stupid. I started questioning the reason I was in medical school to begin with. No one else had let negative thoughts and words get to them (Not the successful people anyway). Why did I let it happen to me?
I kind of woke up near the end of second semester (A month ago). It got to a point where I just screamed (What in God's Holy Name HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH YOUR LIFE!) and I started studying like never before, if anything just to pass our classes at this point. I decided to start anew in second year by isolating myself, and focusing solely on my studying. My passion has returned, I look at my textbooks and just can't wait to get my hands on them again.
But there's still this feeling that just never seems to go away... A feeling that, had I really been worthy of Medical school, I wouldn't have let this happen to begin with. I should have known better...this isn't high school. And If the 'bullying group' in our batch didn't get that, I should have. It was incredibly silly of me to get so depressed over such stupid things. I keep getting this feeling I should drop out because there isn't a place for someone who made such a stupid mistake to continue something that required life-long dedication. Its just that...I love medicine more than anything. I can't imagine myself doing anything else...I used to love medical subjects every since I was in high school. We'd go to Kinokuniya and I'd scramble off to the medical textbook section after I'd be done buying novels.
Everyone's telling me I'll regret leaving medical school for the rest of my life because it's obviously something I'd be really good at if I actually put in the effort.
so SUMMARY:
Made a mistake, didn't study enough, didn't make good enough grades, feel stupid among several dedicated students, want to do a whole lot better in second year but afraid I'm too mushy to continue medical school. I'm afraid the above scenario will be repeated at some point and I'll end up losing everything... I'd rather stop now then waste another year of my life doing something I'm not cut out for.
1)I love medicine
2)I don't have trouble understanding anything. I JUST DIDN'T STUDY.
So...Advice? Useful experiences? Wishes for me to jump off the nearest cliff? Anything at this point...I'm desperate...
P.S: as you can tell, English isn't my first language...have...mercy...
So...I don't want to write an autobiography detailing my marvelous misadventures in Medical School (I have a feeling I'll end up doing just that...bear with me, please). I'll try to keep this as short and concise as possible. I just really need some advice about where to go from where I am now. And by advice I mean 'additional advice', since all I've gotten up till now (from "friends" and family) hasn't really helped me in any way...
Here it goes:
Basically, what happened was I screwed up my first year of Medical School. Like...really screwed up. It isn't that I don't like medicine (on the contrary, I LOVE it). I loved every single subject we took this year. Anatomy, Physiology, Histology, Biochemistry, everything! I would love going to the library and reading books, and at the beginning of the year all I wanted was to be among the top ten in my class. I used to study every day, and look up additional info to make sure I understood everything. I would study from textbooks when many people in my class would rely solely on the professor's lecture notes/slides (Many, not ALL. We have a lot of passionate people still...)
However, halfway through first semester I got sidetracked. Without going in too much detail, what happened was basically that:
1)I let the words of some pathetic people in our class get to me. I got depressed and stopped studying consistently. Those people spent most of their time making other students' lives miserable, being rude to professors and the occasional patient. Everything other than studying. They attacked anyone who so much as whispered 'I like medicine'
2)I became close friends with a person who didn't really like studying or like seeing others study. She kind of helped drag me away from studying, since she never wanted to. I started skipping lectures, spent all my time doing anything BUT studying... I'm not blaming her, I'm blaming myself for focusing on friendship more than my future...
3) I've always had low self-esteem and anxiety, but I SERIOUSLY started focusing on what people thought of me, my studying, and my life goals, rather than on my love for medicine. It got to the point where I let the words of every single person on my studying affect me. From the gunners right down to the failing students.
All this led to me getting average marks in first semester...I didn't fail anything. I got 81% in anatomy, 87% in Biochemistry, and 88% in community medicine (which were the classes we were examined on in first semester). Of course, the more passionate students who did not allow stupid things like the ones I mentioned above got much higher grades. I was now in the bottom half of my class...It made me even more miserable. My self esteem just...evaporated. I let words get to me more and more, and I started feeling really really stupid. I started questioning the reason I was in medical school to begin with. No one else had let negative thoughts and words get to them (Not the successful people anyway). Why did I let it happen to me?
I kind of woke up near the end of second semester (A month ago). It got to a point where I just screamed (What in God's Holy Name HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH YOUR LIFE!) and I started studying like never before, if anything just to pass our classes at this point. I decided to start anew in second year by isolating myself, and focusing solely on my studying. My passion has returned, I look at my textbooks and just can't wait to get my hands on them again.
But there's still this feeling that just never seems to go away... A feeling that, had I really been worthy of Medical school, I wouldn't have let this happen to begin with. I should have known better...this isn't high school. And If the 'bullying group' in our batch didn't get that, I should have. It was incredibly silly of me to get so depressed over such stupid things. I keep getting this feeling I should drop out because there isn't a place for someone who made such a stupid mistake to continue something that required life-long dedication. Its just that...I love medicine more than anything. I can't imagine myself doing anything else...I used to love medical subjects every since I was in high school. We'd go to Kinokuniya and I'd scramble off to the medical textbook section after I'd be done buying novels.
Everyone's telling me I'll regret leaving medical school for the rest of my life because it's obviously something I'd be really good at if I actually put in the effort.
so SUMMARY:
Made a mistake, didn't study enough, didn't make good enough grades, feel stupid among several dedicated students, want to do a whole lot better in second year but afraid I'm too mushy to continue medical school. I'm afraid the above scenario will be repeated at some point and I'll end up losing everything... I'd rather stop now then waste another year of my life doing something I'm not cut out for.
1)I love medicine
2)I don't have trouble understanding anything. I JUST DIDN'T STUDY.
So...Advice? Useful experiences? Wishes for me to jump off the nearest cliff? Anything at this point...I'm desperate...
P.S: as you can tell, English isn't my first language...have...mercy...