Today I had the first of my five humanities elective sessions. The med school has so graciously given us the opportunity to take a bit of time out of our schedule to do some sort of humanities course for five weeks. Sixteen stress-free, of-interest courses were offered ranging from medical aid, international relations/politics, religion/suffering, history, English and so forth. I chose 'The Historical Novel' and had my first session today -- man, did I enjoy myself! I haven't had that much fun and stimulation since... I can't even remember. How utterly depressing. We discussed the definition and characteristics of historical novels and also touched on The Enlightenment, French Revolution, etc. It just made me so... happy. :) That's what learning should be -- stimulation. No conclusions, just stimulating discussion.
A pathology tutorial is like going to the gym to lift weights -- uneventful, same-old, same-old, but you know you should and you know you need to. And even though you struggle and it hurts at the time/the morning after, you know that in the end you're better off and you'll improve. You're working toward that improvement.
My humanities session today was like going for a run in the morning along the lake for the first time in a long, long time -- no direction, no purpose, no final destination or goal. Just running, breathing, taking it all in and feeling completely refreshed afterwards like nothing else.
History is the sheepish, adorable boy -- my first love -- that I dumped four years ago for the older, mature guy... and now, running into him again all this time later (in the fear of sounding like a total romantic) makes my heart ache still... it makes me realise just how much I gave up...
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