Today I went back to WesternU to see the incoming first year students and to sit on a panel and answer their questions about the program. It was interesting! My class is quite a young class and apparently the staff got fed up with the lack of maturity of some, so they decided that this year they would take older students. The average age of the new incoming class is 30 (our was 26 or something). And let me tell you, they look like they are going to be a much better class! I think they were looking at me and thinking, "What the he** does this 20 something think she knows?" I think I am gonna get that a lot starting next month. I tell Chris that I may have to resort to the old librarian look with the bun and glasses and conservative clothing. Otherwise my patients are gonna see me and ask where their provider is. And when I say I am going to be taking care of them today, they're gonna say, "Like he** you are." I can see it playing out in my head now.
Anyhow, it was crazy to sit there when it feels like just yesterday I was there with my hand up asking questions of the then second years. I really can't believe how fast the time has gone. It took me going back to school and seeing the new first years to finally feel finished. I actually feel like a second year now.
Those poor first years - they looked so scared. I can remember what it felt like sitting there realizing that you don't know what you got yourself into and that your freedom is gone. Your life does a 180 and leaves you thinking, what the heck just happened? But I just tried to be supportive of them and let them know they'll make it - that before they know it, they'll be sitting up there just like me in front of the next class saying the same.
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