This isn't even a competition. First-year blew monkey ass turd chunks. From the esoteric material of ALL first-year courses except for the Physiological Systems class, to me having no clue what/who/where the hell anything was (while a good 2/3 + of my class had lived within 25-30 miles of the school before medical school), to the B.S. of classmates actually saying out loud: "Well I really want to be friends with so-and-so these next 4 years, but not THAT person, let's not invite him/her"
, to a host of other personal problems... basically the realization that no one was really looking out for me... GODDAMMIT. Medical school turned into complete social failure for me, when you realize you are programmed completely differently from everyone else around you, and no one around you knows or wants to know anything else about you, other than whatever they judge from the outside. This was the first time in my life I truly felt 100% alone in the world. I felt completely and utterly worthless.
But for those who wait, with each curse comes a blessing. I worked hard to get back some of the confidence I once had, and channeled my frustration and nervous energy into something positive. I stopped caring about what everyone around me thought. And I prayed... a lot. And in the process, I've come across too many blessings to count. It's pretty cool to look back at how far I've come since then.
First-year was when I got sucked into this messed-up vortex without a seatbelt or a helmet. Second-year was when my middle finger went up in the air. And third-year was when I started to write my story.