School is really hard right now.
We started Pharm and pathbio about 3 weeks ago, and have our first set of exams next week. Pharm is really hard. And painful. More painful than the last few miles of a half marathon.
This was a really hard week – knowing you have exams next week but still getting slammed with 7 hours of new material every day, so that studying the last 3 weeks of material is impossible.
It’s just hard. And there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Nobody can do the studying for me. I just have to endure and press on. Third year will come, just keep pressing on. I’m not looking for sympathy. I know what I have to do.
Just suck it up.
In case you were wondering how 2nd year of medical school is. It’s kind of horrible (right now, at least). I feel terrible saying that. I hate feeling this way, because I want to love school. But the truth is I love where school will take me. I don’t love studying on Friday nights. I don’t love always having to turn down invitations to get to know new people, or spend time with old friends. I don’t love going full days without a real conversation with a real person.
Despite all of this, I still remain encouraged. Even though I may feel like a prisoner to the 1000 pages of notes that I need to learn, God reminds me that I am indeed free. Perfectly free. Free from having to worry about anything. For even as he clothes the lilies and feeds the birds, surely he will take care of me. He will provide for me. He will give me the grace and strength to do that which he’s called me to do.
Because He is strong, and He loves me.
I’m just gonna come out and say it: I’ve got some pretty cool kats that I’m able to serve with in CMA this year. Thanks to Will’s passion, we’ve started a homeless ministry where we barb up some dogs every other thursday for our friends that hang out by the old Brewster Douglass buildings. We’ve been going since August, so they all know us now and are much more comfortable around us. What used to be an hour full of “eat ‘n runs”, is now filled with people sticking around and delving into meaningful conversations.
This past Thursday was a special treat for our friends. Long story short – Biggby in Rochester was having a free pumpkin spice latte promo, so, naturally, I swerved off the road to stop and get one on my way to school (I will NEVER say no to coffee. This can be bad) Then I thought how cool it’d be to get a bunch for our homeless lunch, so me and some students stopped in the B in DMC and asked. They were not having the same promo (argh) but when we explained what we were doing the manager generously donated a 10 cup to go box of coffee – complete with a pint of half n half and sugar!
It was 45 degrees out (aka my whole body gone numb…I am cold intolerant. I am shivering as I type because our apartment radiators aren’t in full force yet) so serving up hot coffee was incredibly appropriate and hugely appreciated.
So yeah, Thanks Biggby! It’s so great to see people coming together to serve the broken and poor in Detroit.
And if you’re reading this, please just say a prayer for those who don’t have a place to stay tonight. It’s mighty cold out, and unfortunately will only get worse. I am reminded of Shane Claibourne’s book when he comments on how ironic it is that there are people sleeping on the streets while almost every suburban house has empty bedrooms.
Peace (in the middle east)