To our new medical students,
Relax.
It’s going to be okay. No, really, you’re going to be okay. I know you feel like your world has shrunk and exploded at the same time – after spending so long as a big fish in a small pond, you’re now in an ocean crowded with bigger fish (and it’s pretty hard to breathe underwater anyway). Don’t forget to be kind to yourself.
The fourth years counted down the days. Braced ourselves for the worst.
But nobody could have prepared us for what happened when the day came.
They packed, tight, into the common room, still excited about their day’s learning at 5pm in the afternoon. Their endless chatter of cannulas and pneumonia and heart murmurs filled what was, for a week, a space that had been solely ours.
The third years had arrived, and the common room was already theirs.
The Auricle 