On days when I actually do manage to sit down and get some studying done, it's surprisingly been going pretty darn great. What I mean is that I'm no longer just approaching it as 'bulk memorising' but I think I'm finally (after three years) starting to piece IT together. They're no longer separate body systems but part of one body; when things go wrong, I'm beginning to understand not just what else goes wrong but why. I can talk my way through it... and it makes sense. Hopefully I'm not wrong to be approaching it this way, but it's making me feel pretty darn good, like this is what med school should be about.
On a different note, a friend of mine from class is not only a scary-smart student but also, as I was able to witness for myself this week, a scary-talented bassoonist! He's been taking a performance paper at the university (on top of classes) for "fun" and had his examination recital on Tuesday. A bunch of us went along and it was so worth it! I got to experience the awesome-ness of the bassoon for the very first time with its thick, rich sound; the only way I can describe it is like gorgeous dark chocolate melting slowly in your mouth. I have to say I enjoyed it almost, almost, as much as listening to the cello. My favourite piece was when he was accompanied by the cello and the harpsichord. Wow. Talk about impressive. I'm beginning to realise, med school is full of seriously impressive people.
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