In this, our penultimate week of medical school, the administration has planned for us a variety of classes. Nothing serious or stressful, just refreshers on medical-legal ethics, lectures on how to give appropriate feedback as interns teaching med students, cap and gown distribution, etc. Everything is done by noon, and I think it's mostly a way for our faculty to pull everyone together for one last moment of bonding before we scatter to the winds.
The highlight of the morning came from the feedback/basic educator lecture, in which our learned teacher put up the following slide regarding learning environments, which he called the Starling curve of learning climate as it affects medical students, particularly in lecture:
Then this evening a group of us went to a local pro baseball game, and I was struck with how odd it is to have a classmate from California tell you, gesturing with one hand while the other holds a beer, in between cheers as he tells a story in his very relaxed, almost surfer-dude accent that "this lady had like a lymphogranulomatous vasculitis or something." I realized, again, that all of us are just human, and though we've crammed a ridiculous amount of information into ourselves over four years, and we've changed a great deal in some ways while doing so, we still take that information and apply it with the humanity we brought here, accents and all.