The baby M1s at my home institution finished their orientation this week. I fondly remember those good ol' days. Well, the one good day... the morning of it, anyway.
Every couple years from here on out, it seems like the try to kill us again with an orientation (pre-clerkship lectures being the most recent). Pretty much, it's just alternate really hard academic tasks, with the really hard task of sitting in a room and being orientated for days at a stretch.
For some reason, it makes me think of that trick where you get the dog to balance a treat on his nose and not eat it until you tell him to. But I don't know exactly why that is.
In any case, they've survived the lectures and the coatings, now it's time to read stuff and answer questions about it. And repeat that process. Like sixteen times.
Good luck, kiddos!
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