Another semester down. It feels so surreal to only have one more didactic semester left. I’m excited, but also terrified at the same time because the only thing left will be eight rotations and an off block. I’m not ready in any way, shape, or form for what is to come.
I will admit though that something strange happened to me as I began P3 year. I lost a decent chunk of my anxieties, but also feel like I’ve become ever so slightly more confident with my knowledge despite knowing very little at this point in time. I never thought I’d get here. I look at the current P1s at school and it’s so funny because I see a younger version of myself and of my friends; the same energies that were put in by me and my pharmily will always be there in some capacity because some essence of us will be reintroduced with newer classes. We have grown so much professionally and personally over the past two years. It’s amazing.
