Obviously medical school comes with a huge time requirement. I had grand hopes of keeping a semi current blog, but that along with a Hopkins neurosurgical residency has gone the way of the Dodo. Okay I never wanted a neurosurgical residency. Such a statement makes a great segue to something that consumes my life more than it has ever before, and currently allows me to poke fun at those with a greater intellectual endowment. That would be grades. One would think that I’d be flush with learning the intricacies of the human body. Nope, it’s all about the points. Medical students spend an inordinate amount of time talking about grades, theirs and others.

The course work isn’t difficult, the amount is. Compound 20 lectures on a given exam with needing to have memorized >95% of the material for an A and one begins to see the conundrum facing anyone hoping to earn straight A’s. So in choosing sanity over a 4.0 GPA, I feel better, but not much.

The first two paragraphs notwithstanding, medical school is absolutely a grand educational experience. Hey, I get to do what I’ve always wanted and study something directly applicable to myself and every other person on the planet. It’s cool, no doubt. Ahh, time to get back, I feel microanatomy leaking from multiple orifices.