“Hello, my name is Rebecca. I’m a final year medical student”
Tomorrow marks the start of (hopefully) my final academic year, and I’m not sure I completely believe it. 11 years have gone by since I told myself that I would one day be a doctor, and now… we’re 11 months from that being a reality.
The path to this point has by no means been an easy one. I’ve broken, lost myself, crumbled under the strain of it all… picked up the pieces and made myself into the woman I am today. I’m not that 17 year old applying for med school, and I am thankful for that. She was naive, unable to face rejection, allowing herself to feel less than she was worth… all for a university place. If only she had known who she would become, who she would meet along the way… maybe things would have taken a different turn. Now, the 24 year old me is by no means ‘perfect’, I still allow myself to feel small, and less than myself, doubting my abilities and my sanity… trust me I’m working on it..It’s easy for me to sit here and say ‘everything happens for a reason’, ‘I wouldn’t change the way I did med school for the world’, because that is the way it has happened. I have no idea what undergraduate medicine would be like. But what I do know is that despite the overwhelming fear that lingers in the back of my mind, I am much more prepared now, to be a doctor, than I would have been had I begun med school at 18. Not for the knowledge I have gained, but for the experiences I have had.
I may not be able to change the way it happened, but I am so glad it happened this way. The next 11 months are going to fly by, just like the last 11 and I want to savour it.
15 weeks ’til finals, 31 weeks ’til elective, 47 weeks ’til graduation and 48 ’til I become Dr Jones. Final year – I’m ready for you.