Blowin' in the Wind

Things in Grenada (and at medical school) seem to change rather quickly. I'll wake up in the morning and look out my window to see the sun shining off the ocean, waves calmly washing up upon the shore, people playing cricket in the field...and the next minute the skies rip open, rain falls, the wind blows, and my classmates and I are being called a disgrace by our professor (over half failed the biochemistry part of our exam) and the only thing I want to do is hop on the next plane bound for the States.

Being a medical student is an extremely humbling experience. Everyday is a struggle to prove yourself worthy and I am reminded how much I do not know (a lot) every single day. All you want is for someone to offer you a pat on the back, a "good job," or even an awkward wink from a creepy Anatomy professor. At this point, I would take anything, but no, gold stars aren't included in the tuition.

So, you rally around your new friends, form more study groups, and hope that strength really does come in numbers. There have been many ups and downs during the first month, a lot more than I could have imagined possible, but things change quickly. As quickly as the wind, the weather, my love for Grenada. As quickly as the confidence I have in myself changes. And I think it's important to remember that. It's too easy to fall into the trap of feeling sorry for yourself. After all, you never know what each day will bring.


I hope tomorrow's wind brings sunshine.

After the Unified

It's over. Yes, you can remove that IV of diet coke now.

So, the first exam of medical school has come and gone. It's called the Unified because it covers everything -- anatomy, biochemistry, and histology. Oh, I almost forgot that it also included our bioethics final exam, worth 90% of the final grade.

Now that the hierarchy at the library has been restored (sorry, upper-termers), it's time to celebrate. I'm off to Bananas, a local restaurant/bar where the Indian Medical Student's Association is hosting "Bananas Pajamas" night.

At least I'm not going out with my "Gray's Anatomy." Cheers, Grenada!