Here’s a quick post-call ramble: I had a pretty bad night on call last night.*
And it was still better than medical school.
I hated med school.
In first year, I hated the loneliness. I had went in hoping for intelligent conversation with the country’s cream of the crop and at least initially, I could not find it. What I found was a narrow-minded and selfish little campus, and I hated it. Continue reading “I Hate Med School – And That’s Okay”→
I have been wanting to write you. I wanted to give you a “list of things to do” to survive your Hell Week, but time got the better of me and thankfully so, because trying to reduce your finals to a list of survival tips is a slap in the face of the hard work you have done, and will still do.
But if you’re a high school student – or otherwise at the threshold of choosing a career – you might wonder, WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE ME? If you have been told your whole life that you need simply to do what you love (and you’ll “never work a day in your life”, yada yada yada), you might not know HOW else to choose a path forward.
My suggestion? Ye ole’ trusty mindmap.
Many of ours (mine included) may have looked something like this:
I had the pleasure of visiting my old high school recently to talk to some of the Matrics about life, their final year of school and their future plans in general. I spoke at length about what I call the Passion Deception. It sounds like a bit of a downer but to be honest, it’s real talk and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
I feel like many talented youngsters have a pressing desire to do a job that makes them “tick”, and they are taught (myself included) from a young age that the profession you choose should be one you feel passionate about. I can understand why we tell people that too: talented youngsters can often do anything they want to, so “passion” becomes a good indicator of what to leave and what to dive into. Continue reading “The Passion Deception: Why Passion Is Not Enough”→
What a whirlwind-week. From the Oath Taking Ceremony to Graduation to packing up all my belongings and trekking 1000km to my old-new home. It felt so wonderful, being inducted as part of the medical profession. And the graduation cloak helped too – I felt like someone at Hogwarts and it was really fun!
Oath-taking was really special to me, so I made this soundbite. I had the desire to thank a whole lot of people and to impress how many people contributed to my success*, and this was the closest I could get – I should probably add TO ALL MY BLOG READERS WHO HAVE KEPT ME SANE!
What a journey these six years have been. Here’s to a new era.
* Most of this came to me during a rest station in the OBGYN final exam… the Muse never promised to be considerate!
P.S: speaking of saying thank you… check this guy who thanked his parents at his grad recently – it’s so sweet!
Firstly: I survived hell-week! It was very different than the first hell-week in April. In April I was examined on two completely different subjects a day. This month it was one a day, but with much wider subjects like Internal Medicine and Paediatrics, so it was still an insane amount of work. Continue reading “On the Go: Jetting off to MWASA 2014”→
I’ve been getting many questions from South African students about which medical school they should choose and which is the best, so instead of trying to remember what I said every time, I figured I’d write a general post about my thoughts.
Here’s a disclaimer though: I applied to only one medical school (long story) so I didn’t have the problem of needing to choose. So feel free to take my opinion with a pinch of salt (as you should with this whole entire blog, actually :P).
Before I left high school, I compiled a book with letters and notes from friends and teachers. I still own this book, and it has served its job in reminiscing and inspiration many times. But one thing that still guts me a little is that so many messages from teachers proclaim, “You are going to LOVE university!” and well… it just wasn’t as awesome as they promised it would be.
Of course, I don’t BLAME them. How were they to know?