Terjer

People ask me what year I am. I tell them I'm in third year. I get that certain look at times. It's as if in their eyes, I'm practically a doctor.

If they only knew.

It's incredibly scary to have gone this far and yet not have moved an inch. It certainly feels that way.

The almost-pristine pages of Guyton's Medical Physiology, Harper's Biochemistry, Robbin and Cotran's Book of Pathophysiology, William's Obstetrics, Harrison's Principles of Internal Medicine, Schwartz's Principles of Surgery, and the rest of that elite gang, cast disapproving glares at me from their various perches around my room.

I am haunted by the knowledge that there's so much I do not know. And should have known by now. The magnitude of my ignorance is daunting. And yet... oddly enough, it makes my life so much more interesting. Fun, even. There's so much to learn... and learn again...

I'm a third year medical student. A junior clerk. And while the end is not yet in sight, I am enjoying every minute of this nerve-wracking, sleep-deprived journey.

Because the truth is, there never really is an end to this.

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