Finally a night that where it seems the most, not everyone but most, are enjoying their humble abodes. At the least, not infiltrating the doors of my fortress. This is a greatly appreciated detour from the previous nights.
This time has allowed a brief reflection of the journey to my current state. Four years of undergraduate schooling, of which good friends were made. The examination used for entry into the next level was barely sufficient, but allowed me to stumble into the next stage. Slipping through the cracks and into medical school, nothing could have prepared for the hardships of attempting to drink from the fountain of knowledge. Only to discover the fountain was akin to an open fire hydrant, spewing information relentlessly and mightily, unwary of what was in its way. The assessment they call Step 1 was completed. Some comrades were left behind, myself almost victim. By the grace of few, I was permitted to resume my journey. Again, along this journey, another assessment, Step 2. This was a hurdle that I tripped upon many a time, but conquered. Finally scrapping through into the next trial…Residency. Now, once again, another evaluation they call Step 3. Again, I have stumbled, and again I must focus for this is key in completion of my journey, although not the last assessment.
Many have chosen this journey. There are many paths, but one entity is shared-The voyage is long. For such an extended expedition, one must, on occasion, be able to take a breath, relax, and cherish the moment. Thinking of the plight that awaits, sitting tired in an uncomfortable chair, in a room with a peculiar aroma, in a building full of illness, I am…appreciative.