Enough Already

I’ve noticed something that has developed within me towards the end of 3rd year. My tolerance, as little as I have, has been almost completely eliminated. Mostly my intolerance of members of my class has begun to become far more evident the closer I get to being away from them. I look forward to 4th year for this reason - a long vacation from the laziness and abject stupidity that multiple people have evidenced throughout this year and the 2 previous.

I’m done with them. Thankfully I’ve had very little contact with Worst Medical Student Ever and have only interacted with him for a short duration during morning rounds (when he’d actually show up that is) and the one day a week class. During that time I’ve told him to shut up, grow the fuck up, damn near turned around and bitch-smacked him for comments he was making during lectures, and developed a very fun game with some friends related to Chewbaca. I can’t really explain it because you just won’t get how hilarious it is to mimic his “Ohhhs” with a Chewy purrrr. Hey, I already warned you about not getting it.

I’m not the only one who has just had it with our peers. A friend of mine told me recently of being bullied by another poor student. Unfortunately I’ve not had a rotation with her and have only received this information from the few and far between contacts we have. Mostly I get updates from her blog (which I will not share here as it’s not anon and would only help to out me as well as her) as to the recent insult received by this ass. She’s close to taking it to a physical level with the punk and I whole-heartedly agree with this line of action. No reason for that type of behavior.

So as this week comes to a close I believe that I’ll take a long and much needed breather from classmates. I plan on studying for Step 2 CK which I'll take in August, but I’ll steer clear of the various forums where classmates may be found.

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On another note, I think I’m becoming an alcoholic. Daughter saw a beer bottle under the stairs of our apartment last week and told Wife “Daddy’s home! There’s daddy’s drink!” I think that says something - like perhaps it’s time to stop having a beer with every dinner (OK 2 or 3 beers, sheesh).