Already M3 year is more than 5/6 done. Six more weeks of pediatrics and I am along to the "promised land" of M4: subinternships, applications, interviews, away rotations, matching, and graduation. Less than fourteen months from now I will be finished with medical school. It all went so fast.
The fourteen months are shaping up to be busy. Step 2 in early June, studied for while on Anesthesia and leaving for multiple weddings on the West side of the state. Three surgery rotations in a row: Hepatobiliary, VA, and Thoracic. Applications happening concurrently with all of this madness. Finally, interviewing, during which I will be *hopefully* brushing up on my French and preparing a recital program to fundraise for away rotations at mission hospitals. Finishing up the year by spending three months away at locations to be determined. The time passes so quickly because of the fact that it is so filled to overflowing with all of the different exciting problems that come with planning out the future.
Confronting the busyness of medical school and the resultant perception that time is slipping through fingers like grasping onto grains of sand comes the concept of rest, like the sudden a minor cord in the second movement starting Beethoven's 7th. What does it mean to sit, to take time to listen to classical music not while studying, to take a walk not for the purpose of going someplace, to take the time to call a friend not while en route, to go to a coffee shop with nothing on the schedule afterwards. The fact that there is less free time makes it a precious commodity.
