5 Lessons I Learned from Showing up to my Anatomy Final Bloody.

Looking back maybe it wasn’t the smartest decision. Would I do it again if given the chance? Yes. Would I do anything differently? Not at all. I wouldn’t change a thing. I had been studying for 10 days straight. I was about to finish my first semester of medical school and the only thing standing in my way was my anatomy final. I had spent all semester prepping for this moment. I had spent countless hours redrawing pathways from Netter’s. I had spent more late nights in the cadaver lab than I could remember. I had 5 pairs of scrubs that reeked of formaldehyde and I had sacrificed my sleep, my health, and my well-being to prove that I was worthy of being a medical student.