“You stroll in with desires. You leave with scars”
Every person speak about the “magnificence” of being a medical trainee. The white coat. The stethoscope. The respect. Yet nobody tells you about the evenings you remain on a broken chair at 3 a.m., looking at your notes, questioning if you also belong here.
Clinical university is not what motion pictures show you. It’s not attractive. It’s survival.
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The First Shock: You’re Not Unique Anymore
In school, you were possibly the “topper.” The one instructors commended. The one loved ones bragged about.
Step into clinical university, and suddenly, you’re just one among numerous toppers. Everybody is clever. Every person is hardworking. All of a sudden, you’re ordinary. That truth hits like a type the digestive tract.
And the fact? No one prepares you for that autumn from “unique” to “just an additional pupil.”
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