Friday, July 9, 2010

Correct me if I'm wrong

So for the last two blogs I completely dropped my writing style. I reread them and thought they were sort of banal. Don't we need that sometimes though? To be allowed to just sit and talk without using bombastic terms and convoluted sentences...I hope this is not the only place I can do so.

Upon my arrival to med school, whenever that may be, I expect to have to sound smart all the time. Do you think the professors give me the chance to be wrong? It sort of scares me; I'm wrong a lot. Imagine if all the professors gave every student a number of chances to be wrong(I suppose that's what grades are); will that behavior carry over to a student's practice? How can we become the most intelligent, educated people, when we are given a chance to be wrong?

I hope, upon being wrong, that I also have the chance to either correct myself or to be thoroughly critiqued. I want to do it all right. I know it's impractical to want to be the perfect doctor who does everything correctly, but most people want to succeed in their endeavors. However, the thing that I want more than to be right, is to be able to feel okay about being wrong, at least during school.

I'm not sure how awful I will feel about being wrong afterward.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Its been "A" while

I got an A in chem! I also got an A- in Biology, but I'm not as pumped about it. The new summer semester starts today. Doing things I actually like surprisingly changes my attitude about school. I'm ready to tackle school like my best friend tackles chocolate cake.

My search for work is a failing one. I want to find something in the medical field, but they don't seem to want me, not even for poop duty. Hahaha, poop duty. Someday I'm gonna look at that and gasp at how immature I was. Or I might still laugh. I've decided to put my hours in as a volunteer. I think that's the best option for me right now.

People say if you do what you love you might as well get paid for it, but I don't see that as an option right now. So, I'll start off with not getting paid for it. I want to try to get into the nic-unit. If anyone deserves care, it's those little ones. I know if I'm going to become a doctor I can't think about people "deserving" care, but I do feel guiltless taking care of someone who can't hold a gun versus one who just shot his wife and himself. I'm not sure how often that happens though.

Well, I'd better start preparing for my next first day again. I'll be writing soon.