I started internship July 1, 2008, as a terrified 25-year-old blank slate. Most days started with a combination of nausea and dread as I pumped myself up in the resident parking lot — conveniently located a mere 1/2 mile from the entrance to the ivory tower I called home.
The days were long. The nights were longer. Every month I had the chance to be a brand new idiot as a new rotation meant new responsibilities, new skills and new attendings’ idiosyncrasies to memorize.
Days became weeks, weeks became months and months became a year. Before I knew it, my blank slate had been replaced with sharpened clinical skills and a new-found confidence.
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