Med school isn’t about the grades or the assignments or even about strutting around with a stethoscope around your neck playing pretend doctor.
It’s the afternoons spent eating m&ms and reading DamnYouAutoCorrect in the computer labs (that’s for you, mushrooom). It’s the breaks spent in the clinical labs with your friends, working out the nicest, politest, most politically-correct way of asking a patient to take their pants off. It’s spending time with patients, forgetting that you have a history to take or an examination to perform, but getting caught up in their stories and their lives. It’s evenings spent swooning over the abilities of a plastic surgeon or dreaming of the days when we have time and lives and knowledge and money to spend on unnecessary designer suits and handbags.
Med school’s about the belief that, someday, maybe, we might make this world a better place.