I hated so much of medical school. Not all of it. I started eager, positive and bright. I was excited. But I struggled to belong. There was unwritten, informal segregation. Fresher’s week: I was stoked to try out new things… Hockey and rowing turned me away— lack of experience. I tried something more familiar: Hindu
The quiet segregation no one talks about in medical school originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
