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| I usually despise anything even faintly orange-tinted… but I made an exception for this beauty! |
Author: Amanda Xi
Day 21: Making the most of it
Day 20: Making this work
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| Even while on “vacation” in California, I need to keep up with studying! At least the sun makes every subject so much brighter and more fun to study [plus, it doesn’t hurt to have Mike around to keep me smiling!]. |
Greetings from the Starbucks in Duarte, California! You didn’t think I’d forget about you during my extended weekend, did you?
Day 18: Do you have a Beaumont doctor?
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| I just thought it was too funny that my textbooks take up at least 1/3 of the space in my carry on luggage for my trip to L.A. tomorrow. Oh, the life of a medical student! |
Day 18: Making connections; pause and reevaluate
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| This is how it all happens… |
Have you ever considered how powerful and pivotal a computer/laptop keyboard is to your life? Through these keys, we paint a picture of ourselves and entitle them “Personal Statements.” Behind the masked of anonymity, we are able to express thoughts to strangers over the internet that may later blossom into a relationship. By tapping away at these all-too-familiar letters, numbers and symbols, we end up shaping the rest of our lives.
Day 17: [Guest Post] Oakland University William Beaumont School of Medicine: A New Chapter
I finally wrangled a guest entry from Nicole Lederman, one of my oldest and dearest friends as well as one of my classmates here at OUWB. Enjoy!
Day 16: Trying to keep my head up
[What I wish was] Today’s inane image of the day:
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| I’d much rather be happily peaking from behind a palm tree on Hollywood Blvd… |
[What actually is] Today’s inane image of the day:
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| My hands are tired of writing about the different movements at synovial joints…WHY CAN WE MOVE IN SO MANY DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS?! [Oh yeah, that’s one of the great features of being human…] |
I’m definitely having one of those kinds of evenings — oh you know the kind: I’m tired, slightly disheartened and really in need of a motivator. The glam and glitz of starting medical school has worn off and the magnitude of material that needs to be crammed into my head is growing exponentially. I fell behind last week, and now I feel like I am two weeks behind [even though it’s only Tuesday!].
Day 15: Where to go, where to go
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| We use this fun device for most of our classes — it’s a part of the “active learning” part of our curriculum. For the most part, I think it does do its job of making sure we understand the material. |
Just to keep you coming back, I’ve been promised guest posts from some of my inaugural-classmates… assuming I can squeeze one out of someone!
I’ve been meaning to write an entry about this for a while, but I’ve found other things to be easier to discuss and thus left it for a special day. Apparently, the day has come: let’s talk about specialties. Yes, yes, yes, I’m barely in my third week of my M1 year and I’m already concerned about what I want to be doing after four years?
Day 15: Guest post at KevinMD.com!
Had to send you guys over to read my first-ever guest post over at KevinMD.com — it’s called “Why medicine needs new schools to drive innovation and change“… check it out!
Now for some histology…
Day 14: Caffeine-withdrawal-induced lethargy
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| I also feel like free advertising for Starbucks… maybe I should talk to them about a contract or something. |
Sadly, I have a confession to make: this weekend has been a complete wash. Yesterday, I was hopeful that I would get a whole pile of session objectives [a description of what those are will have to come in a later entry] filled out, some preparation for the week done and some packing for my upcoming trip. Unfortunately, all I’ve completed thus far: washed some lettuce, written a couple of blog entries, and filled out a single set of session objectives. Oh, and I slept a hefty number of hours, too.