Callow
When I look back at what I wrote when I got into dental school, I now realize, quite plainly, I had no idea what the hell I was getting myself into. No. Idea. Reminds me of some of the letters from Confederate soldiers when they were going off to war — they had this romantic idea of what war would be like… and they were (1) completely mistaken and (2) grossly unprepared.
14 hour days are not uncommon — and that’s just the time spent at school. And yet, at this point my relationships with my family and my wife are growing so much in the little free time I carve out, that I have the strength to keep going. It’s like learning to play an instrument in the trenches — you’re always surrounded by the chaos, but there’s this little germ of truth and beauty you are nurturing.