As many of you know, the Pope visited Philadelphia on September 25 and 26. Because 1.5 million visitors were expected for the Festival of Families on Saturday and the Papal Mass on Sunday, the city took preparations to the extreme. Public transportation was restricted. Blocks were walled off. Port-a-potties (around 3000!) littered the major streets. In expectation of the sheer volume of people, my school preemptively called off classes on Friday and delayed class the following Monday until 1 PM. So I fled the coming siege and retreated to my parents’ house for a three day weekend. Honestly, it was a much needed break. Even though I had eight lectures to go through, being at home was nice. Sleeping in my bed, eating my mother’s cooking, and hanging out with my sister was a well-needed reprieve from the barrage of information I’d be getting if I didn’t have the day off. I even found the time to read a book, something I’ve been wanting to do for a while.
Sometimes I wonder if it was a good idea going straight from undergrad to medical school. While I certainly save time in the long run, the dramatic shift in urgency and sheer volume of material is an unpleasant transition. I’ve definitely adapted to it, but I think perhaps taking a year off to work or relax would have been nice. Clearly, most of my classmates thought that was a wise course of action given that the average age of my class on entering was 24. Regardless of what could have been, here I am, MS2 and all, gearing up to taking Step 1!