We were told that 4th year was the best year of medical school. We were lied to.
Don't get me wrong---I've had a lot of fun this year, and definitely enjoyed not having exams after the end of every rotation. But undoubtedly there is this HUGE pressure to make big decisions---something I've never been fond of.
Flashback to senior year high school----I could not decide where to go to undergrad. So much so, that I almost took a year off in order to prolong the decision making process. What ended up happening? I signed up for the Unv. of Denver on the last day acceptances were due---and secretly hoped my letter got lost in the mail so I'd have to take the year off. Good choice? It took a year before I fell in love with Denver, but once I did, I was so happy I ended up there.
Now to present time. I actually joked a couple days ago how I will be in Nepal (whohoo!) when our ranking list is due. And how Internet may not be so great out there, so maybe I wont get my rank list in and then I'll have to take a year off.
For some reason I'm seeing a pattern.