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Annie
School blew in like the first snowstorm of the year. First, a joyous run through the blinding white flakes, catching them on your tongue, and crafting snow angels and snowmen out of the winter wonderland. And then, inevitably, a hard freezing blizzard that crushed your soul and made you forget that brief moment of happiness.
I was past the blizzard and onto the dirty slush as my feet tromped through what had once been an idyllic beauty.
This rotation was with radiology. Next was anesthesia. I was really not looking forward to either, but I knew that I needed both to become the kind of emergency medicine doctor that I’d always dreamed of. I’d done two monthlong rotations in emergency medicine, and I was working on getting a broader base of knowledge with my electives. Especiall
