I remember last spring the first day of clinics started bright and early. All my tools were tucked in my bag, my clothes were perfectly ironed, my name tag was on, and my lunch was packed. I was ready to take on the intimidating challenge of fourth-year clinics, which seemed like they would last forever. After a particular challenging week of clinics, I even started a countdown clock on my iPad counting down until I was done.
Well, like many things in life, time has flown. Now two-thirds of clinics are gone, and I have only four months left. I don’t pack my lunch as diligently, and part of my morning routine is occasionally trying to see which pocket I left my thermometer in this time and looking for a clean pair of scrubs. My name tag has been gone for a while. It went missing in action after several hours spent pulling a calf in a dairy barn; I suspect it is in a manure pit somewhere.
Time rolls on, and we grow and change. I have gone from being a fourth-year student who was nervous and wary of clinics, to a student who embraces the challenges of every day and walks out the door every morning feeling fairly confident in my ability to complete the daily tasks ahead of me. What seemed daunting a year ago is now part of everyday life. What is daunting now is what lays ahead — selecting jobs, figuring out housing, insurance, etc. In other words, basically figuring out life as an adult. It is scary and intimidating, but I am sure in a year or two, I’ll look back and think, “It’s OK, I’ve got this!”