The FINAL final is in 2 days. Last Thursday, we had mini 3. A week before that came 2 lab practicals. Sure, it seems crazy now, but second semester will only pile it up even higher with shelves and neuroanatomy practicals on top of everything else. Right now, the pile of stuff they want me to recall is overwhelming - I'm sure that, even though this is the final, they won't ask general, actual-medicine-based questions, and will continue to revel in pinging us with inconsequential minutiae.
The day before yesterday, I committed an almost unpardonable error - I read through James Patterson's Cross. For some reason, I have this horrible habit of beginning books right in the middle of finals. I started it a few days ago, and I wouldn't have been able to concentrate unless I finished it - I needed the mental break.
I keep motivated by telling myself two things:
1) God is in the details. If I'm searching for God's fingerprints while I study the body, and focus on the fact that I'm learning the rules by which He built His greatest creation, it makes it easier to concentrate. Also, I figure that if I take this attitude, He might be more inclined to help me do well.
2) The professors are trying to beat us down. Whether or not that's true, it feels that way at times, and it makes me defiant and competitive - more committed to success. I tell myself that they want me to fail, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let that happen. I've got a fight on my hands right now, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to win.
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