A warm welcome

So I had my first official day of medical school todday, mostly just orientation, but the ridiculousness is already beginning.  As part of our introduction to our new medical school life, we were introduced to our first patient.  All 160 members of my class, simultaneously, to one brave soul, a college aged diabetic.  He did a great job telling us about his disease, and clearly was taking an active role in managing his lifestyle accordingly.  Of course, this wasn't enough though; my class set upon him pretty quickly oozing compassion..."What do you look for in a doctor," (he answered: someone honest, straightforward, and competent), "How did you feel when you found out about your diagnosis" (umm....pretty fucking depressed), "How were you able to afford care," and so on, so forth.  The individual questions weren't too bad, but after 40 minutes of it, I was going nuts.  I think some of us were really getting us off on feeling like doctors (I know, I'm a cynical bastard, but you trying sitting through this shit).

On a positive note though, we got to see what we might be like when we're 3rd years.  Earlier in the week, about 20 people from our class had wandered into a student lounge to get our class photos taken.  While we were waiting, we stood around, and exchanged backgrounds somewhat noisily. A med student on rotations who was studying in the same lounge was getting visibly irritated, but it's kind of difficult to shut up that many new med students meeting each other for the first time.  After 10 minutes, clearly pissed off, the 3rd year stood up, whirled around, exclaiming, "Would you all please shut the fuck up...." and stormed out.  Ah yes, medical school.....