Well, it could have been worse.
It was tough but overall I think it was fair. The way my school does it is half the class goes to the lab and does the “practical,” while the other half takes the “written” multiple choice section. Then they switch. Each section has 60-70 questions, and we need a 70% to pass.
For the practical, we have to rotate through the anatomy lab from station to station and identify different structures on the cadavers. Some questions involve more application of what the structure does/what function would be lost if I cut this structure (it’s a nerve, what does it innervate, etc.), others are more straightforward (what is this muscle). There were also some freestanding bones we had to identify and whether they were right or left. And lastly, we had to be able to read some x-rays and identify the highlighted structure on the film. We get one minute at each station (timed, with a lovely beeping at the end of the minute).
We then had to wait for the other half of the class to finish the written portion and then we switched. Our test also covered relevant embryology lectures, but most people overlooked them because anatomy takes up so much study time. I had to guess on a few of the embryo questions myself, but there weren’t too many so I’m not that worried.
Maybe it’s just the exhaustion (and that I haven’t seen my grade yet), but I’m feeling pretty good. This first test makes up the smallest percentage of our grade for the module and now I know what things to focus on for next time.
The only thing that stands between me and pigging out while watching the EMMYs: a 3 hour Anatomy exam. No biggie.
“For if you remain completely silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise for the Jews from another place, but you and your father’s house will perish. Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this?” - (Esther 4:14)
Whether God is calling you to be a catalyst for saving someone from physical death or being a catalyst for saving someone from spiritual separation from God, when you move forward in obedience, empowered by His strength, bolstered by His power, and confident in His provision, you will see Him accomplish great and mighty works through you.
How marvelous that He allows us to participate and be the hands and feet through which He works.
“For we are God’s workmanship,” Paul reminds us, “created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do” (Ephesians 2:10). God created Esther for a purpose, just as He has created you and me for a purpose…“for such a time as this” (Esther 4:14 NIV).
Lord, I am wide open to receive Your instruction. I know that You have created me with a purpose and a plan in mind. My greatest purpose is to glorify You in all that I do. Help me to pay attention when You send me on assignment, and help me not miss it. I know I was born for such a time as this.
In Jesus’ Name,
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Trust me those were not fresh scrubs 😫
Seeing people wear scrubs to class/in public during first and second year who weren’t come from or going to do stuff in places where scrubs are required (aka the hospital) always felt extra pretentious to me.
I get they’re comfy. But like… You haven’t earned those scrubs yet. Or something. People see you and assume you’re off to save lives but really you’re just getting a pizza rolls and studying by yourself.
That smell is no joke, better to spend a few extra minutes changing into scrubs than stink up the lecture hall for a few hours.
The kids in my class use obviously old scrubs from goodwill or ones that dont match the institution’s official colors. One gentleman in my class also uses lady scrubs “because they were only 10 bucks.” Another guy wears spongebob scrubs. Some kids just wear the scrub pants but a tshirt/vneck to class and put the scrub top only when about to enter the lab. Most people in my class arent trying to pretend theyre useful (they also know when they smell bad so it’s not really an issue).
But yeah only 3 people have shown up in fancy scrubs and a whitecoat (seriously?), and it was only once. The collective stinkeye from the rest of the class carried the message.
So the way our dissections work is we are split into 4 groups. Group 1 dissects and in the next lab session they present to groups 2-4, and then group 2 dissects, etc.
I’m in group 4, which means my first dissection was today. We got lucky (ha) and had to dissect the brachial plexus! Nevermind the fact that we didn’t really know what we were looking at, it is known to be the most tedious of the first dissections.
Other medblrs have mentioned how messy things get while dissecting. I was skeptical, because up until now, all the dissections were fairly clean and superficial. Then it happened. I was clearing out the fat off a nerve,when backsplash occurred. Adipocytes and mystery juice flew at me. Luckily I was able to dodge out of the way and avoid being permanently traumatized.
We managed to clean out a lot of the nerves and arteries in the upper arm, but then we remembered we also had to clean out the cubital fossa/elbow area. By that time a few TAs and even the professor had told us we had cleaned it enough, so we decided to call it quits.
So now we have a slew of exposed muscles, but little to no idea what they are. We’re gonna go back and figure things out before it’s our turn to present. It could have been more successful, but at least no one fainted our got splashed.
It’s only day 4 and half the class has viral bronchitis… maybe the upperclassmen thought it would be a cool way to break us in?
At least were all suffering together.
As if it werent bad enough that we were all nervous about somehow messing it up, we had to shoe up to class an hour early for a special message from one of the head honchos. While it was special to have someone who is literally the most important person at the med school address us, we were left exhausted before our first lecture even began.
I’m pretty sure having 3 lectures back to back was a shock for everyone and didnt help either. To make things more interesting, our second professor dr. motormouth felt we had already fallen behind (by 10 am) and sped through both his lectures! We were left reeling, and when I looked around everyone was asleep, some with eyes closed; others with theirs open and glazed over.
At least we already started, and now I know more or less what to expect, which is a relief.
Our orientation only lasted three days, but was so jampacked with mingling and information (that I already don’t remember), it felt much longer.
The first two days took place in the lecture hall that will be our new home for the rest of the year. We met several of the deans and student leaders, each of whom made us feel like we made the right choice in deciding to come to this medical school. The information sessions covered everything from anatomy lab to how to set up your email. Towards the end, it did get tedious but free lunch made up for it.
For the most part, my classmates are really friendly easygoing people. I’ve made friends with some people who I click with, which is a relief. I was kind of worried about this because the facebook group for our class is used by such a small sample I thought they would all be distant or party-crazed.
The one thing that seems to be on everyone’s mind is anatomy, how it’s supposed to take over your life and how it’s generally terrible, etc. Maybe I’m in a state of denial, but if a whole class of M2s just managed to pass anatomy last year, it can’t be as awful as everyone says it is. Sure it’ll take up a lot of time and effort, but we should all survive it. I kind of wanted people to stop talking about anatomy just because the anticipation is creating unnecessary anxiety. Some of the upperclassmen were kind enough to stop by and give us tips on anatomy: make sure you spend time in the lab with the body instead of just looking at the books, look at as many different bodies because the locations of structures is different, try to interconnect structures to create a “big picture.”
My favorite quote came from one of the deans on the first day: “Welcome the school of medicine, and welcome to medicine, it’s going to be great ride.” It was a surreal moment, but if I forget everything else we talked about that day, I will definitely remember that moment for a long time.
Tomorrow’s my first day of med school orientation! A few of my friends are also taking their mcats tomorrow, which really puts things into perspective. I know a few people already, but I’m excited to finally meet the rest of my class.
Wish me luck, I’ll let you guys know how it went~