It’s August 2016. I began my first year of medical school at the Medical College of Georgia in Augusta, Georgia, with an amazingly intelligent and passionate class of 190 (230 if you also add the Athens campus). And so began our journey to becoming the best future physicians we could be.
None of us could fully predict the wild and challenging ride that would occur. The saying went that medical school is like “Drinking water from a fire hose”, and the saying rang true. Hours upon hours of lecture, studying, and pretending to be a doctor in clinical sessions, exams, and anatomy dissections showed us that becoming a physician would be no small feat, and that it would require a tenacity, effort, and drive that we had been cultivating for most of our lives. For me, it was also a realization that I had just sealed my fate professionally, and it initially made me wonder if I could handle all of the rigor.
But handle I did. I got through my first year unscathed and I was smarter, wiser, more exhausted, and more encouraged because of it. I began dating the love of my life (hey Courtney what’s up), made a bunch of friends, gained a vast network of colleagues and mentors, and maintained my sanity. I did it. I defeated what many say is the hardest year in medical school. As the first in my family to even go to medical school, I went into unknown territory, and I am still here today, thanking God every day that my head is above water and that I am enjoying what I am doing.
It’s summer 2017. After completing first year, I had the opportunity to be apart of the Nth Dimensions Summer Research Internship. They focus on getting minorities and women into the field of orthopedics, as well as other specialties like radiology and physical therapy (the list of specialties is growing every year). I spent my time in Houston at Baylor College of Medicine, where I engaged in one of the best experiences of my life. I left there with a slew of new friends and associates, a poster, a mentor, and a mindset of achievement with such a strong foundation that I knew it would benefit me during my upcoming second year of medical school.
It’s my first semester of second year. I am exhausted, stressed, and at times anxious of what the future holds. But I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. I know God put me here for a reason, and I just have to see it through to find out what that reason is. I know He wouldn’t put me in any situation I can’t handle, and I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
It’s almost the end of my first semester. With both anxiety, and excitement, I can’t wait for next year. Step 1, clinical rotations, and an elevation in my medical school career. I couldn’t ask for anything better. I have to #KeepReaching.
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