Crisis.

Imagine that you are a canon ball. You have to be shot over a vast ocean to land on an island. There are crosswinds.

Med is like this.

Flying over the ocean and hitting the target is the most incredible experience in the world. Just think of the views and the rush of flying.

Imagine if you don't bother to take into account the force of the wind and align the cannon correctly. This is what the first two weeks of med is like. It is very hard to make a cannon ball that has missed its mark float to the island.

Sooo... tomorrow I'm going to stop ignoring the crosswinds, face them and design a workable study plan. No more land plonking into the ocean and having that horrible sinking feeling for me!

I always knew med would be so full on, but lectures from 8:30 am to 7:30 pm four days a week, with only 30 minute breaks is slightly ridiculous (especially with study thrown on top). I've been so so so tired. Twice I've attempted to get off the wrong side of the train, much to the amusement of the school kids. Once I ignored a man who was trying to talk with me (thinking he was one of those men who gets a bit too friendly with girls on trains), only to find out he was a fellow med student!

Okay so apart from freaking out and crying on the bus and momentarily considering quitting med and going home- med is still pretty special. Already I've had three hours of exploring cadavers. The smell is dreadful and the worse thing is it makes me hungry. I've grown cultures, learnt how to put gloves on and wash my hands.

Yay for med!!!!

ps my veggie patch is growing pretty well- despite it being more sand than dirt.