My Doctor
I knew you were a champion, / though I never saw you win, / by the precision in your choices / and your knowing, tired grin.
I knew you were a champion, / though I never saw you win, / by the precision in your choices / and your knowing, tired grin.
About eight months into my first year of medical school, an incoming student asked me how to prepare for the upcoming journey. I could relate to the panicked, excited feeling of the duty to prepare for medical school after an intense visit day. Yet, instead of defaulting to my ingrained answer of, “Nothing can prepare you for medical school,” which I believe was not in the student’s interest to hear, I carefully considered her question and answered, “It’s very important to be a good listener.”