So term (and lectures!) have started again and freshers has begun. We are now a week into the ICSM Medics Freshers Fortnight and I am SO TIRED. It is seriously bizarre to think that schools around the UK are about to break up for half term and we are still having our freshers fortnight.
It has been so much fun being on the Student Union during freshers but it has also been so nice to have a night off and just being able to sleep. The meetings, the 4am calls from lost freshers and the 300 t-shirts we had to iron have taken its toll on me.
CONGRATULATIONS to everyone that has received A level/ AS results today (including my sister!).
And an even bigger WELCOME to everyone that is going to be joining us at Imperial School of Medicine / Imperial in general next year. You must all be super happy- I remember the pure relief i had when I saw my UCAS track update.
To those of you that missed your grades, do not give up today. Talk to relevant staff at universities and explain your circumstances clearly- fingers crossed. Remember: you always have options.
What now? Well once you have secured that place its like a month of joy and fun.
No more lectures! Indeed we have finished teaching for first year and I think it’s fair to say that at the end of the year most people are questioning their choice for studying medicine in the first place. Yes, it is so interesting and fun…but exams are…well…soon.
I have seen an awful number of people having breakdowns in the library, and spoken to a lot of friends who are getting so anxious they may even be heading towards having an abnormal ecg…(omg I am so funny). So, here are a few types of revising first year medics we have come across this term…
We all have unreasonable expectations about how much we will be able to revise during the day. We wake up with a “LET’S DO THIS” attitude that seems to dwindle before you have even made it down for breakfast.
A few years ago my dad gave me some ‘advice’ before exam revision began.
“There are 24 hours in a day. Take away 8 hours for sleep that leaves you with 16 hours. Minus time for eating your 3 meals and you are down to 14 hours. Maybe minus an hour for general faffing around and toilet breaks and you are left with a solid 13 hours to revise.”
I have sought advice over the past few weeks from various “elders” of the medical school with the mission of finding the best advice possible to do well in first year medical exams. I have compiled the advice together and hopefully you will be helped as much as I was. Note: Most of this advice is generally unhelpful.
“Fear not young freshers, it only gets worse. Brave through exams and be prepared for worse in years to come”
“Don’t work, freshers!!! You can’t fail first year…well…okay you can. Maybe do some work…okay work hard.”
I am PLODDING through revision. I looked over a lecture today on obesity and it discussed obesity in twins…
It got me thinking about an investigation NASA has planned to do with twins in space which you may/may not know about. NASA will embark on a year- long mission in March 2015 when they send Scott Kelly to the International Space Station and his twin brother Mark will remain on Earth. As a medic (who is currently revising genetics…) I find this really interesting as they are going to be studying the effect of different environments on two people with the same genes for a whole year.
I’ve actually been a bit scared to do this blog post because I have so much to talk about and it has scared me thinking about writing it. It was like a terrifying to do list that had slowly started to build up:
– Having 2 Exams…completing around 40% of my year!
– Being stressed about how the exams went…
– Being elected as one of two ICSM (Imperial College School of Medicine) Union- Social Secretary’s
– Watching the amazing UH Win! (Yay Sherry and Super)
– Varsity Win (You go, Netball!)
– My new found addiction to Salsa Music
– Being given an iPad by the MedSchool (best few days EVER)
– Easter Revision
But I have decided that I will not base this blog on any of the above.
This week in anatomy I spent minutes trying to find my pulse…yes that thing that I can normally feel without any grief whatsoever. I thought I was dead for a split second, but swiftly told myself that this was probably not at all the case. I persisted on until I found it, and when I did I felt my pulse was pretty elevated. I had been anxious over not finding my pulse when it was pretty clear from the start that I was going to have one.
I think it just reflects my mind set at the moment…and a lot of first years I have spoken to.