4:21:13 AM: Sleepless
Still unaccustomed to regular sleeping hours, my body won’t cooperate with my desire to sleep. Believe me, I’ve tried hours ago. I’ve already raised a sheep farm, but still no trips to Dreamland. In the end, I pumped some life into ol’ Mr. Laptop, and exhausted Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Thought Catalog. Still. No. Sleep. What’s a girl to do then? Well, this girl started to put life into restless thoughts. That’s why I’m here merrily typing away. I’m not even sure if the words I’ve strung together make much sense. Lol. I think it’s high time for one semester’s worth of memories, life lessons, and everyday randomness get immortalized in virtual ink. Come walk with me down memory lane (it’s not that long, I promise).
May 2013: Awakening
Third year med school had officially begun. After the previous year’s sluggishness, it was time to wake up from my low-key academic and personal life. I knew (as soon as the 3rd Year Level coordinator’s words filled the air) that this year would be mighty different from its predecessor. It would be more nerve-wracking, more demanding, more emotionally and physically draining, more terrifying. Added to these is the knowledge that we’re a step closer to the coveted 2-letter prestige. Hello, pressure! But yeah, thank you for pointing out that I might be spouting exaggerated fears and expectations about the coming months–that my imagination and pessimistic tendencies might be in overdrive. We’ll just have to see about that. Pfft! But anyway, Welcome to 3rd Year Medicine! Boofreakingyeah.
June-July 2013: Take-off
At this point in time, Fear now gave way to Adaptation. Hey, there’s no time to cower in your boots if you’ve got exams every third week of the month, right? Everyone needs to push, push, push. They say that it’s wiser to do better this early on than suffer the pains of compensation later on. To survive, us students/zombies would badly need our “brain kit.” This contains caffeine, alarm clocks, highlighters, and endless supply of paper and ink. A major bonus would be friends who would unwaveringly battle with us against sleep.
Despite the inflow of paperworks and lists to study, we do take time offs. This is ABSOLUTELY a must if we are to keep sane. For this, friends and family come in handy. Exhibit A: study sessions turned to storytime, snack time and snoozefest. Exhibit B: family dinners and little trips. They make stress so much more bearable to live with. Period.
Oh, and during this time? I’d be happy to tell you that I started to get to know le batchmates a little bit better. The caterpillar in me has to go and morph into a social butterfly too, right? Haha!
Turbulence. I think this single word sums up both months quite perfectly. First semester’s almost up. People (those average mortals which include me, btw) are already worrying about pulling up grades. This is pretty much the cause of even more frequent (fine, everyday) visits to the only café in the area, sleepless nights, and occasional emotional breakdowns (yes, some tear ducts are definitely more susceptible to stress than others).
This is also when we thanked God (or thought there must be one if the person is a non-believer) for giving us classmates (aka., group mates, friends, study buddies, special friends, extra-special friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, etc.). Major components of the aforementioned survival kit. ‘Nuff said.
5:25:13 AM: Still Sleepless
I knew writing would be effective. I. Just. Knew. It. I feel my eyelids getting heavier by the letter, but the show must go on until the curtains close. So where was I? Oh yeah, the end.
The previous months have undeniably been one helluva physical, mental and emotional roller coaster for me. I can admittedly say that I AM TIRED…BUT. Yes, there has to be a big BUT (no pun intended). But the only option is to KEEP GOING FORWARD. Yes, I know. This is too cliché for your taste, but it’s the simplest way to describe my chosen plan of action. I’m going to need a LOT more cups of coffee, mountains of pens, and tons of brain power. It’s going to be more difficult, but I’m a stubborn lady. I’m going to fight with every nerve fiber, muscle fiber and all other fibers of my being. Lol. Oh and don’t forget that I have a special set of people beside me. I’m ready. Let the second half of this bloody war begin! RAWR! 😉
6:03:45 AM: Good (Morn)night!