Resilience: The Journey To Medical School
I believe that one of the characteristics that defines successful medical students is resilience. The journey to medical school is a challenging and enduring one - personally, it has been anything but smooth sailing. But, to be resilient, is to not only bounce back after you have been knocked down but to learn from the mistakes that impeded you the first time. It is I believe that one of the characteristics that defines successful medical students is resilience. The journey to medical school is a challenging and enduring one – personally, it has been anything but smooth sailing. But, to be resilient, is to bounce back after you have been knocked down and learn from those failures. It is no secret that medical school is going to be difficult
– it will require long hours of studying, a steep learning curve, and exams that will push the limits of your knowledge and critical thinking skills. Sentence about how you choose to respond to/learn from setbacks will determine the success that you have in an extremely challenging field. The last four years I have been knocked down many times. My freshman year, my mom called to tell me that John Paul (JP) had dropped out of college, was doing hard-drugs, and had been kicked out of his house. John Paul (JP) and I were best friends growing up. Daily ritual, after school, included videogames or a physical and smack-talking game of basketball – we did everything together and strived to one-up the other. Upon receiving my mom’s call, I immediately reached out and made plans to visit. When I met with JP, he was frail and restless, a shell of himself. It was distressing seeing how far he had fallen. He trivialized attempts to talk about his drug habit and dismissed my plea to help him.
– it will require long hours of studying, a steep learning curve, and exams that will push the limits of your knowledge and critical thinking skills. Sentence about how you choose to respond to/learn from setbacks will determine the success that you have in an extremely challenging field. The last four years I have been knocked down many times. My freshman year, my mom called to tell me that John Paul (JP) had dropped out of college, was doing hard-drugs, and had been kicked out of his house. John Paul (JP) and I were best friends growing up. Daily ritual, after school, included videogames or a physical and smack-talking game of basketball – we did everything together and strived to one-up the other. Upon receiving my mom’s call, I immediately reached out and made plans to visit. When I met with JP, he was frail and restless, a shell of himself. It was distressing seeing how far he had fallen. He trivialized attempts to talk about his drug habit and dismissed my plea to help him.