Medical school is like a blend of undergrad and elementary school for the first two years. It's like elementary school in that you're all herded from one lecture to the next together for the most part and everyone sits in the same lecture hall all day long. Then sometimes you remember how all the kids would split up for different activities for a while at set points during the day? Similar story here, only instead of art, music, spanish, PE, gifted and slow-kid classes, there are clinical sessions to learn physical exam with peers or real patients, inpatient hospital sessions, geriatrics touchy-feely group discussions and EBM sessions that ad-nauseum hammer into your head how searching for an hour on pubmed while your patient's vitals collapse for the "perfect" or most salient literature-supported intervention will make you into a better evidence-based medicine clinician and doctor overall. Then everyone goes back to the big, fun happy classroom for more lectures. It's kind of like undergrad in that you get somewhat more freedom than elementary school (once you are done for the day). You're free to decide where to live, when to workout, what to eat and who to sleep with, but just about everything else is dictated by the curriculum. Welcome to medical school.
Orientation for us was on thursday, friday, and saturday. See my other post above. Classes started that following monday. That sunday after orientation and before classes started was one of the most miserable days I can recall, because I already knew what awaited. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't drop medical school for anything, but it's no fun walk in the park most of the time. At least medical students seem to have some good motivations overall for wanting to do medicine, and the relationship with medical school is more love-hate. All my law school friends and acquaintances are hate-hate with law school. The fact that money is their only motivation may have something to do with it. I mean, they certainly aren't saving lives any time soon.