Work work work work

Summer should be a time of relaxation, recuperation (from months in doors, stuffing entire text-books into our brains), and sleep. Blessed, peaceful sleep. Unfortunately, as an IMG, I don't have the option to do these activities that most of my course mates are likely enjoying. I guess I didn't think about the consequence of everything when I decided to attend an overseas Medical school. Who really does? When the adrenaline is high, and the sense of achievement unbelievable. Then after thorough look at forums, and speaking to other students, one realizes: the real work is just beginning.

I do have it much better than many, and I need to keep reminding myself of this. Many bright people worked like mad throughout undergraduate degrees, perhaps do not receive a position in Medical school for whatever reason, and has to work all the harder for the next few years to try their luck again. I am therefore lucky. Just 3 more years, and hopefully it will work out.

It is a bit funny how Medical education seems to be mostly some type of lucky draw. They say for every position in medical schools in Canada, there are 4 equally qualified applicants. So what determines who wins the draw? Many of my friends at home has been successful on their first application. I am envious of them, that their lives seems to be going so smoothly, while I have to fight for a way back home. But I am starting to see the errors of my thinking. They have already fought their battle and won, in a system where much is dependent on luck. Compared to them, I don't think I would have made it in the Canadian system. I am lucky to have a place in a program that has helped me address many of my weaknesses, and offers me an opportunity to learn. Now it is time for me to fight. And work.