Second Year

Last day of my summer break. Tomorrow marks the start of my second year as a medical student. There's a concoction of emotions in me- excitement about new stuff I'm going to learn (particularly neurosciences, my favorite); anxiety about all the previous materials that I need to review; enthusiasm/gung-ho-ness that comes with the beginning of any start of the year, be it academic or Gregorian calendar year; the jitters about the big fat exam in less than a year that will determine our future destiny; and of course, the delight of seeing my classmates whom I haven't seen in 7 weeks.

It's hard to believe I've gone through a quarter of the journey as a medical student, when it really just felt like yesterday when we learned anatomy. Pretty soon the quarter will become half, but we would still only have touched a tenth of the tip of an iceberg of the medical knowledge (or at least that's what I'd feel). So much to learn, never enough time. And yet, as we go forward, we'd be expected to know more and more, and it would turn into a race where we try to meet or even exceed expectations. It's a little unnerving to feel as if I'm not stepping up to the game, and I shudder to think what will happen if I don't meet those expectations; but realistically I know there's nothing much I can do except to do the best I can. The rest, I shall leave to fate.

Year 1 has been great, year 2 will be even better. Random photos to follow-

my awesome friends doing awesome stunts.

:)