Two years may seem like a long time when you're looking at the calendar ahead. In retrospect, everything seems faster. It always seems like I should have taken more time to do that fun thing I missed out on because I was studying. It seems like I had more time back then than I do now.
There were definitely ups and downs, but I'm trying to keep in mind that what I've spent the last two years doing I would not have traded for anything. I never had that experience of waking up one day and thinking "Eureka! I should be a doctor!" It was always something in the back of my mind. It always felt more like my path than anything else. Maybe that sounds familiar to anyone who feels driven toward something by an unconscious force.
In one week there will be many types of ending - ending a year in Grenada, a place I have both loved and hated; ending two years of study, which will be bittersweet; ending a lifetime of formalized education, which is anxiety producing. This last realization came to me suddenly a few weeks ago. I have only been out of school for one year, and that was a gap year during which I fully intended to continue my education. That "gap" year wasn't even fully a gap because I completed a certification as an emergency medical technician (EMT) during that time. Even when I was out of school I was in school! Now, this is really the End. I am both excited and nervous.
With endings, there are beginnings... onto the Clinical Years (as soon as I pass Pharmacology and Pathophysiology)....
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