It's been a long time since my last post, and in my defense, I have been quite busy. We had our first round of tests, and everything aside from personal hygiene found its way to the back burner. I have so much gratitude for my roommate for doing most of the dishes. I'll try to make it up. Here I am though; it's Sunday night. This weekend has been a well-deserved break, or so I tell myself. I spent most of it doing little of anything productive. I took time out for friendship and some much needed rest. The first round of tests went well, and they're serving as a good confidence-booster going forward. I was happy to see that my study habits paid off, at least so far. The amount of material I feel I've learned already is unbelievable. It is truly like the rather cliche simile I heard: med school is just like putting your mouth up to a fire hydrant and cranking it open. I'm trying to catch as much as I can.
Other than that, I don't have to much to add. I like my classmates more by the day; each person seems to have a very interesting story as to how they came to this profession.
Oh, I suppose there is one more thing. On Tuesday, I'll be dissecting a face. I'm not sure yet how this will go; I find myself fascinated and terrified all at once. I'm sure, though, that it'll probably bring about some discussion of my own mortality.