The End of Second Year
I do not think I have ever been this excited for a semester to be over. It is with profound exhaustion that I welcome our 3 weeks off before we begin treating patients. I just found this out: we had 29 credits this fall, and something similar this past semester. The dental school crams a lot of learning into second year: I talked to a professor who graduated in the 1960s, and he said it has just always been like that in school. Glad to hear I have company. Anyhow, my first clinical case is a complete upper and lower denture for (not simultaneously, of course, since we haven’t the chops yet); and I am extremely excited. To think I’ll be practicing my skills at bringing people back into dental function again; making their lives and chewing abilities better, getting them out of pain. I’m so excited to put push hard against the limits of my abilities and, in doing so, improve my clinical skills, knowledge, and judgement.
It’s funny, I sat down to just write a quick post about how tired I was from this last semester… but it’s surprising to find out how excited I am. I hadn’t realized it until just now.
Out of the classroom, into the clinic.
Comments
Mykala +1
I can’t remember who said it, but there’s a quote along the lines of “we write to learn what it is we know”, and I think that’s what you’re describing. Sometimes trying to formulate your thoughts into clear language means you first have to clarify those thoughts, and sometimes you end up with something entirely different than you planned.
And I think that’s cool.
Also… I’m glad you are excited. Dental school ought to start stepping up, considering what we’re paying for you to get through it. :)
Mykala
I apologize for the unnecessary comma in my last sentence. Eeek.
Alexander Micek
I don’t know, I sorta liked the last comma. Then again, the entire sentiment of your comment was very much appreciated. That helps offset any minor grammatical flubs.
Incidentally, “flub” is a real word. Flub flub flub.