I have to admit that day 1 of medical school spooked me a little bit, though I’m not sure why. Things seem better after a night of sleep and a free Tuesday morning.
Yesterday started with an anatomy practical (in a group of about 15 with whom I’ll share all my classes), and we met our dissection professor for the next 2 years. Almost immediately, we launched into our first unit, osteology, by discussing the humerus; it was not very humerous (*ba-dum-ch). There are more nooks and crannies (technical terms) in the bones than I imagined, and of course we have to know them all backwards and forwards (or rather, posteriorly and anteriorly). Once I got past the sheer volume, though, anatomy is an interesting language to learn. On Wednesday, we’ll have the chance to play with the humerus, radius, and ulna, which we’re supposed to study by then.
This was followed by back-to-back anatomy lectures, the first given by the head of the anatomy department about the history of anatomy, and the second given by the director of English anatomy instruction about histological methods. The first time I met her was earlier in the day when I was getting shown around the building for the first time in my manual wheelchair. She was … brusque, and told me that I would be expected to do all the work, she was not sure whether I’d be able to manage, yadayada. Think Dolores Umbridge. During lecture, though, I got the impression that she’s more a McGonagall. We’ll see …
The lecture hall is an old-fashioned theatrum anatomicum. A staff member rings the bell before the lecturer enters, and, per tradition, we are expected to stand when they arrive and applaud when they are finished.
The last class of the day was Hungarian language. I only have 5 minutes to get there, which means I will probably always be late, but the instructor is understanding. “Different, not difficult,” she called her subject.
My mom left yesterday, too, which probably contributed to my doubts about this new and long venture, but today, I am all about the keeping on and carrying on. 🙂