The Night Before Step 1

Less than 12 hours away from the 8 hour beast. I feel like the armor-clad protagonist facing the final villain with only one “revive” potion left. As I look back at the past two years (all the 25 miles *nod to Allison’s post*), I seriously can’t believe I’m finally here. There’s no way I’m really…

“What If I’m Not Good Enough?”

I want to briefly touch on a topic that can be somewhat of an “elephant in the room” here in the medical school community where test scores are guarded tighter than nuclear launch codes. After some reflection, I believe that the reason for this secrecy is not so much the competitiveness of my class, but the…

Of Marathons and Water Faucets

Being in med school isn’t a sprint. It’s a marathon, and those who succeed are those who can endure. This shouldn’t have been a surprise for me, but it was. I’d heard medical school compared to “drinking out of a fire hydrant.” The comparison assumes that the sheer volume of information, thrown at us all…

This Brave New World and the Meaning of Life

It took about a week of classes before I came to an inconvenient realization: I actually have no idea how to study. I feel like the big-shot college quarterback that finally makes it to the NFL, only to get completely pummeled and humiliated in his first game against a professional defense. We all might have had great…