(Clara)
If someone had asked me a month ago what the most complicated part of my life was, I probably would’ve said medical school.
Exams, research and Clinical rotations.
The endless pressure that came with trying to build a future in a profession where mistakes could cost lives.
At the time, that answer would’ve been true.
Now it wasn’t even close because no examination had ever left me this confused.
No research project had ever followed me home.
No professor had ever occupied this much space inside my head.
The realization annoyed me.
Mostly because I couldn’t seem to do anything about it.
The week following the conference passed quickly.
Classes became more demanding, the research project consumed most of my afternoons, and every professor on campus appeared determined to r
