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Lately there seems to be quite a few threads with people who are depressed about thier school, thier lack of social life, not spending time with their families (ect. ect. ect) and I figured it was time for a thread that had some positive aspects of medical school.
I know that the whole med school experience can be really depressing, but just close your eyes, think back to the day you got the happy acceptance letter and try to remember the joy you felt.
Is medical school a bed full of roses all of the time? Hell no. I'm sitting in front of Netter's trying to remember the gazillion branches of the stupid Trigeminal nerve, so I know it ain't all good. But I still can't imagine doing anything else with my life.
So everyone try to be happy. Christmas is coming. Anatomy will soon be a distant thing of the past. No more coming home to your significant other (or dog, cat, hamster, microbes living on the peach that has been sitting in the bottom of your refridgerator since September) smelling like chemicals and thinking how the dried out Trapezius muscle looks like beef jerky.
Things are going to look up next semester, I can feel it.
Plus, most of us will probably be going home for the break, so all of those horny people who haven't gotten any due to all their studying can finally relieve those tensions with some unsuspecting college boy/girl who still thinks med students are "cool."
I know that the whole med school experience can be really depressing, but just close your eyes, think back to the day you got the happy acceptance letter and try to remember the joy you felt.
Is medical school a bed full of roses all of the time? Hell no. I'm sitting in front of Netter's trying to remember the gazillion branches of the stupid Trigeminal nerve, so I know it ain't all good. But I still can't imagine doing anything else with my life.
So everyone try to be happy. Christmas is coming. Anatomy will soon be a distant thing of the past. No more coming home to your significant other (or dog, cat, hamster, microbes living on the peach that has been sitting in the bottom of your refridgerator since September) smelling like chemicals and thinking how the dried out Trapezius muscle looks like beef jerky.
Things are going to look up next semester, I can feel it.
Plus, most of us will probably be going home for the break, so all of those horny people who haven't gotten any due to all their studying can finally relieve those tensions with some unsuspecting college boy/girl who still thinks med students are "cool."