The Swing of Things

We're halfway through the first real week and a routine already seems to be developing. The morning typically passes with three fifty-minute lectures that masquerade as simple and comforting. "Three hours a day? That's cake," one would seem to say. And it is...kind of...if you're willing to work. Each lecture consists of (depending on the lecturer) anywhere from 60-85 (sometimes 100+) slides that are jam-packed. If one focuses- and truly pays attention- the material is manageable- if there's also a commitment to reviewing/studying later that day. Thus far, I've been able to keep up and stay on top of things. I know and acknowledge that I am still blissfully ignorant of what things will be like when this continues for weeks/months/years, but for right now I call it manageable. It seems like this shouldn't be that unexpected, however, seeing as though the lore exists of school being hell, 175 random students manage to pass each year. The afternoons are filled with a variety of labs/small group/clinical skills sessions that (sometimes) remind all of us that there is that whole being-a-doctor note that this will end on.

An example week:
Fun fact for the day:
Some axons (namely the ones that run from the base of your spinal cord down your leg) can be up to a meter long. Good thing we've got those neurofilaments to hold 'em together.