Slow Down

A fourth year told me this as I was leaving the library yesterday, “Ease off the pedal man, you’re going to need th gas for later.”While he may not know about the two weeks of hell coming up on the horizon, he certainly had a point. As a matter of fact, many of the people surrounding me have a point: don’t burn out.

While eager to keep up with the material and at times get ahead, I feel unnecessary worry holds me back from enjoying myself. Especially this semester. I’ve already gotten the gold, so why do I need to finish with flying colors? It wouldn’t be good to get a C in any of my classes, but to maintain a B wouldn’t kill me. I think my biggest fear though is regressing back to my college days where a B was as good as an A – leading me into the post-college purgatory I only recently became free of.

Last night I had dinner with a friend who is still waiting on news if she’s been accepted or not. At one point she let a tear slip, but was able to hold things together pretty well. It left me feeling very fortunate about my faith, but really hoping that she heard some good news by summer.

My physiology test next week puts me in an interesting situation. Getting a 100 is the only way to make an A. To maintain a B, I can’t get lower than a 42. The numbers might just make me focus on anatomy where a similar situation exists, only its a 96 vs. 76. Pharmacology starts week after next.



Limited Seating

Leaving in the middle of class to catch a break on the couch in a neighboring lounge I ran into a small group of classmates. The conversation was not at all hushed, but was far enough away from the doors as not to leak into the lecture hall.

Student 1: “Saturated man. That’s what they said.”

Student 2: “Saturated? Who?”

Student 1: “S—-. S—- said it. So you know its true. Man, I’m going into a meeting with Admissions to see what’s up.”

Student 3: “I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t Admissions just tell us? Why do we find out stuff like this through a focus meeting? Not even an e-mail? There’s got to be at least half of us still pushing for school next year and we’re competing for seats not even available anymore?”

Student 2: “That’s fucked up man. I bet they think we’d just give up and the program will deflate if we actually knew.”

Student 1: “I’ll let you know what Admissions says. Man, I can’t believe this. They were saying that we’re all good candidates, but that there’s just not enough room…”

The thing that sealed it was the name Student 1 said. The name said it all. As one of the faculty that consistently supported and encouraged out class with phrases like “when you’re in medical school next year,” or “you’ll see this again next year,” if he said something so definite then it had to be true.

I imagine it’s hard to decide from an Admissions stand point who gets in and who doesn’t. Certain things are easy to qualify like MCAT scores and GPA’s, but while these are good indicators of academic prowess they do little to show ability to function as a dynamic social-medical component. But I get it – it’s a matter of risk.

It all seems quiet smoke and mirrors to me though. Why not just be more upfront so at least 70 people can figure out how they’re going to rearrange their lives next year? Maybe it’ll all make more sense in the next couple weeks.

The Science of Study

Basic formula.

Finish class. Review yesterday’s key words and material. Lunch. Gym/Second Class. Review current days material, make key words. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Test.

Score on test: < B, unacceptable.

Revised formula.

Depth. Everything with depth. Don’t move ahead on key words without strong grasp. Look for practice problems in Board Review books.

Score on test: TBA