Tears and Redbull
In the first month of my study at UPCM, I survived through tears and a couple of drinks of Redbull. By the time the first two exams were over, I literally thought of quitting med school because I wasn't happy anymore. Looking at the faces of my anatomates, my old coursemates and my other classmates, they were so happy and determined to be in the college. I thought I was happy too, but I eventually found myself crying in the middle of the night. I would wake up and quietly walk towards the my condo's window facing PGH and ask God to tell me what was wrong. I thought that I really wanted to be in Medicine. I thought that this was my path. I had even told myself that I was lucky to WANT this in my life, but now I just think I'm crazy. Was I only here so I could be the first doctor in the family? Was I only here to prove people that I am more than what they thought? I am having trouble making friends and having trouble keeping up with the requirements and lectures. Someti...