Leading up to Giving Day, I’ve been reflecting on how the generosity and sacrifices of others have influenced not only my decision to pursue a…
I wrote this poem during my internal medicine inpatient rotation about a cancer patient we rounded on daily. Although he was doing fairly well under…
One of my most scarring moments from my childhood was opening my plastic lunch bag at school and seeing carrots and apples instead of Cheez-its…
Today’s post is by two authors: Mandy Laney and her husband, third-year student Zegilor Laney. Their honesty regarding balancing marriage and family life is both…
Nothing had prepared me for it. The beeps of the monitor were slowing down, and the rattle of the last few breaths was making itself…
It’s 11:30 PM on a Friday night. I am running on five hours of sleep, and I still have seven hours left on this shift….
Med school is a series of firsts. The first time I sutured a skin laceration on a real, living, breathing human being, all by myself.
Starting my third year of medical school brought a mix of emotions: eagerness, nervousness and wonder. Now halfway through, my heart has been touched and…
As I sit here and procrastinate learning more about neuroanatomy, I cannot help but think about how grateful I am to be a medical student…
2.7%. It’s crazy to even think about that number. Almost 4,000 applicants. 300 some interviews. 105 spots. I sat there reflecting on this during our…