Musings

It's hard to believe that school has only been in session for 3 weeks.  I'm pretty convinced my brain isn't built to handle the amount of information being thrown at us.  The scary thing is - this is how our school is "easing us into" this semester: the next class we take - Brain & Behaviour - is supposed to be a lot worse.  Oh joy.

And yes, I spell behaviour with a u.


At the same time, there's nowhere I'd rather be.  Where else does this happen:

Professor: "So the malignant cells invading into the tissue look like really long tongues digging deep into the tissue"

*We look at each other, start giggling, and then start laughing uncontrollably*

Professor: (initially confused, then looks at the slide, looks back at us and says) "You have really sick minds"

Which makes us laugh even harder.

On the flip side, I'm pretty sure I'll never forget what a malignant neoplasm looks like when it's being... malignant (i.e. invading normal tissue underneath it).

At the same time, this is the same class that gets moved to tears by the Alex's Lemonade Stand story.  We had Alex's parents come talk to us about Alex's experience with cancer and how she set up a lemonade stand to raise funds not to help herself - but to help other kids with cancer.

Alex raised $2000 in one day.

This is the kind of talk that reminds us why we are in medical school - what we are fighting for.  Seeing my class go from giggling at pathology slides to being moved to tears by strong stories is oddly inspiring - I don't know if I can explain it.  Seeing their resolve to plow through this material so they can one day make a difference in people's lives inspires me to stop procrastinating and do the same.

Now I just have to figure out how to break the following cycle and I'll be the bestest med student EVER: