Not too much has happened this year, but the things that did were I suppose pretty significant. I started the year smack dab in the middle of my post-bacc, unsure of whether or not I would successfully complete my program and get into medical school. I walked on with a glimmer of home and lingering fear of never getting my long-sought MD. I figured, the universe didn't want me to reach one of my dreams, it would only be fitting in my life to crush the other one too. Come February, I had medium assurance that I was not only going to do well, but officially get that acceptance in May. Lo and behold, I received my giant white envelope, boldly stating that I was to be one of 260 students in the Class of 2019. Oddly enough, my lack of doubt made it somewhat of an anti-climactic moment, but nonetheless a proud one.
I had a wonderful birthday/year-end celebration in NY, and spent the summer wandering between NYC, Troy, Philly, NJ, and CT. I got my first part-time retail job and made some great friends (and great drama-filled memories). I volunteered for a research study that works with a clinic associated with Penn, completely and entirely by chance, and worked with an amazing person who I had such a great time with. Even though I don't feel like I did much, it was definitely rewarding for many reasons, including by helping me be accepted as a clinic coordinator for this clinic. Which might I add I am thoroughly excited and terrified for, and I hope that I do an amazing job and meet everyone's expectations. I, myself, have NO idea what to expect so I can't really meet my own.
And then in August, someone decided it would be a good idea to play doctor dress up for 4 years and gave me a white coat with my name stitched (that last part didn't actually come until maybe October but still). I began and completed my first semester of medical school. I met some amazing people and made many new friends, although I'm still struggling to find my footing.
Fortunately with my post-bacc in my back pocked, I'm passing (or passed) all of my classes with not too much effort, very atypical of a medical student. Which gives me time to worry more about everything else, from maintaining my friendships, to being a better daughter, to being a better roommate, to panicking about psychos trying to ruin the lives of the innocent, to finding my own identifiable color, to learning to be happy with myself and ignoring the noise. I feel like I back-peddled a bit the past few months, and I hope to continue to grow and become a better person, a more carefree person, and ultimately a better doctor.
And as always, I thank God for helping my family (including my little boy) and me make it through another year. I hope that 2016 will be our year, a year of maybe not rags to riches but at least rags to...really nice paper towels? I'll even take the cheap basic generic brand. Of course our health is #1, but a bit more comfort and happiness and fewer cockroaches would be great too. I miss that, I miss it a lot.
Here's to a safer, happier, and healthier 2016!
And my song of the year will have to be...
The Ark - The Light
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