PA School – The Beginning Weeks
I wanted to start a blog at the beginning of PA school, but the more aggressive priorities pushed themselves to the top of the list. LIKE THE START OF PA SCHOOL. I have been in this program for 2 months, and I’m pretty sure that an anatomy god, I’m thinking it was Netters, said, “It is time.” It’s time to capture the moments, the heartaches, and my struggles/triumphs during PA school.
So lets start at the beginning. Preparing for school included finding roommates and ordering books. Besides that there was a minor prerequisite, which was nothing… You know, just to graduate from college. But lets rewind a couple of months.
My interview day was November 3rd, which was the most nerve-wrecking day of my life. Just kidding, it wasn’t that bad. I was nervous beforehand, especially since I was wearing very un-marian clothing. A beautiful Tehani skirt suit. I didn’t feel entirely comfortable, since I was used to wearing nice dress slacks, cardigan, and tank top. I had business casual dress down to an art. I strolled into the Stony Brook Hospital and I was welcomed by first year students and some of the other applicants. Although the next five hours went by extremely quickly, I tried to slow it down as much as possible. I had driven 6 hours, stayed at a hotel, and was now undergoing THE INTERVIEW; I needed things to slow down. I spoke calmly through all three interviews, and I managed to stay relatively fluent. I enjoyed the experience, as well as all the other applicants I met during the interview Now, I have to say one thing, I have always loved the PA applicants that I’ve met. This strange phenomena told me that i had finally chosen the right path. (I switched my focus several times during undergrad) After being in PA school for two months, I’ve decided that our health care is crap and that becoming a PA is still something that was meant to be.
Today was the perfect day. Friends, hugs, love. I’m beyond content with my life right now.
In other news, I think I want portray my PA school life in a cartoon format.
In-State
The light turned green. The car in front was visibly moving. That was my cue, so I proceeded. I glanced down for less than a second, saw it coming, braked as quickly as possible, but couldn’t help the *crash.* I felt my heart rate increase and hairs at the back of neck go up in fright. I’m still shook up. My friends were waiting for me at the metro. The friends who I hadn’t seen in three months. Such great friends. They fill a part of my heart that includes this environment, atmosphere, and home that Maryland has provided for the past 15 years. I’m sorry they had to receive that phone call. The phone call where you can’t speak. No words can flee your mouth, but it’s somehow comforting just to hear theirs. I wasn’t hurt, but I can still feel an almost counter-clockwise churning of my stomach. My emotions ran high all night, and they continue as the morning approaches. It was a scary experience, even if it wasn’t one of those major, life-threatening sort of accidents.
Now I just need my body to realize that mistakes can happen, since I’ve been alert and highly aware of everything all night. Just go to sleep Marian. The light turned red.