Fireteams
In military parlance, a “fireteam” is the smallest infantry unit consisting of as few as two and as many as six individual soldiers. I do not have any military experience or any military background in my family, but I bring up this term for the ethos of it. Simply put: when you’ve spent a lot of time in harrowing situations with the same few people, as I’m sure anyone with a service record will attest, a particular bond forms. You’ll cover for the other members of your team just as they will cover for you and everyone does this without expecting anything in return.
I’ve lacked such a fireteam until now.
A bit of personal history: despite now clocking in at nigh 200 pounds, was the playground runt. I couldn’t run to save my life and I had zero coordination in sports. As a result, I was bullied in grade school. I withdrew because of it. Withdrawing made it difficult to make friends and this antisocial tendency persisted more or less throughout my entire career, until now. In professional school everyone has the same goal and so I now have at least one thing in common with everyone here. Commonality develops relationships. Not to sound like a sap or anything but I now know those few people who I can count on when the “shit hits the fan”, as they say. I suggest to others, who are struggling with the course load here, to find one or two other people that will buoy you up.
Success cannot be achieved alone. As the faculty at this institution is fond of saying: “No one is an island”.
Victory!
Dragon = slain.
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Hunting a dragon
(less than) 48 hours to go before I redeem myself.
Anatomy mid-term, I’m winning this time!
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Wet Lab Shenanigans
NOTE: I would NEVER condone disrespecting the cadavers. We should be forever mindful that these people gave their last worldly possession, their body, for us to study.
… The above being said, what I’m about to tell you relates to a couple of professors ranking on each other, specifically about their own bodies.
Normally, Dr. S and Dr. Y are two of the most straightforward no-bullshit people you’ll meet. The other day, however, I think there was a little bit more formalin in the air than usual. A few buddies and I, under the guidance of Dr. Y., were reviewing the heart for our upcoming midterm exam. Dr. S was doing the same with another group of people. Lacking a proper heart for his demonstration, as the one he’d selected was torn to shreds (as unfortunately happens when too many students handle the specimens too roughly), Dr. Y asked Dr. S if he could “borrow his heart,” at which point Dr. S. launches into this hilarious tirade about how his “heart’s too small”. I think there was another corny crack about getting at the “heart of the matter”… ha, ha. Dr. S. told Dr. Y. that Dr. Y’s heart was “plenty big” and sufficient for demonstration to which Dr. Y. replies “What are you suggesting? Autocardiothoracodectomy?” (AKA: “Self-directed removal of heart from thorax”).
Mind you, we’re all cracking up the whole time as Dr. S. and Dr. Y. are trading barbs.
And then the visiting professors arrive and we all get back to work.
Once removed….
The irony of repeating Anatomy is that I’m now looking at Term 1 from a “once removed” perspective. I know what’s coming around the bend, unlike most of the current Term 1 students, so I’m sitting here cool as a cucumber watching the stress pour out of everyone’s eyeballs. The Unified Quiz causes people to freak out because the thought process at the time is “OhMyGod it’s my first ever exam in medical school! whatamigoingtodowhatamigoingtodowhatamigoingtodo??????????????????????????” It’s right about now that those who’ve been taking things lightly, as a Caribbean island is wont to do, hustle in a half-assed attempt to compensate for their slacking. The Unified lowers the hammer. Those who fail the Unified are written one of the nicest “what the hell do you think you’re doing here?” letters you’ll ever read. The letter, in essence, urges them to either quit the study of medicine outright or repeat the term. And the scary thing is that, even though I believe its still too early in the term to make the call, we do indeed lose people post-Unified. On the other hand, those who do badly on one or two sections of the Unified are granted meetings with the course directors in which they discuss ways they can improve their performance. Depending on the course director… such a meeting can either be quite helpful or extremely demoralizing. Those who pass the Unified, and I consider this particularly insidious, are given no feedback whatsoever. A “pass” is defined as 64% or better which at 25 questions per section means getting at least 16 right. 15 is acceptable, though starting to creep into the red zone, and anything less than 15 correct means there’s a larger problem afoot. So what that means is that you could get 16 questions right out of sheer luck and consequently get ZERO feedback on how to improve!
Return
So I made it to Grenada somehow in one piece after a 36-hour grind. Long story short: I don’t travel well… AKA I can’t sleep when I travel.
Friday morning went about routine things, went lifting, then started packing. I Spent some time with my grandmother as she is visiting my family for the week and hopped a shuttle to the airport at around 6:45 PM. I arrived at the airport around 8 PM then killed four hours people watching, mostly. My flight took off at 12:45 AM.
And because I can’t sleep when I travel… well… I didn’t sleep. In truth, I took a series of short naps but that’s nowhere near as restful as an uninterrupted sleep.
7AM Saturday I was back in my dorm room at SGU and told myself I couldn’t sleep until I got my stuff unpacked and set up… I finally collapsed into bed around 10PM and woke up today feeling great! Most of today was spent getting the last few things in order, saying hello to friends, and flipping through my Anatomy textbook. Classes start tomorrow. Time to get this done so I can move on.
<Odd segue>
The funny thing about traveling is that you could meet some interesting people along the way. The cabbie I took to the airport, for instance, was a 20-year expat from Turkey. He moved to the US, he told me, because opportunities in Turkey were scarce. His two principal businesses are an ice cream truck during the summer and driving airport shuttles during the winter. Conversing with him helped the two hour shuttle ride to the airport fly by (pun intended). At the airport bar met this one barmaid, and this stuck in my mind, who told me that her life’s dream was to be a veterinarian. She told me that she couldn’t get into vet school at the time she graduated college because the “climate for acceptance” (her words) was bad. So now she works at the bar nights and does personal fitness training during the day. Told me that she used to be a competitive powerlifter… and she was wearing a chain with a barbell medallion on it (go figure!) She gave me a few pointers on how to up my bench press, which was nice, and also told me that when she retired from her jobs would probably get involved with the ASPCA. The hilarious thing is that my flight was full of vet students and correspondingly, animals.
</Odd segue>… Just needed to put it down somewhere.