Will I be alone for the rest of my life? I am 33 years old and I still haven’t found The One. I am an older medical student, in second year now, and I look around at everyone else in the world, and all I see are couples. Everyone seems to be paired or coupled, and they all seem so happy. But I am still alone. And I don’t feel happy being alone.

On September 3, UCSF instated its new 100% Tobacco Free Policy, which requires anyone affiliated with UCSF to refrain from using any tobacco products during their shifts, including break times, on or off university grounds.

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Got a long incubation time to kill? Waiting for your cells to spin? Bored in-between classes? In class?

Twenty Minutes, One Theme, No Edits. Backspace is OK

Today’s Theme: A Visit to Hospice

I am a new third-year medical student, and I am terrified. I have heard from others that the third year is killer, that I will be the low man on the totem pole, and that I will feel stupid and lost and alone all the time. And then there’s all the real-life death and blood and guts and so on. Don’t get me wrong — I’m kinda thrilled about it, but terrified too. I wake up in sweats at night, after dreaming that I made a mistake that kills someone in the ICU or in the Emergency Room, and so on. I have done well on all the book learning of med school and I think I can handle it intellectually, but I just don’t feel prepared for what I think I'm getting into.

Love is eternal…


I stand up for an ideal,

I sail against the tide,

Let the storm get stronger and

Dusk become darker...

I paddle along, until I see the dawn.... 

I am nearing the end of my first year in Pharmacy School. My problem is, I feel like I am an impostor. I just don’t think I'm smart enough to be here. Honestly, I don’t know how I got accepted here. I think it is some kind of mistake. It’s not that I am stupid, not really, but I am not that smart either—not compared to all my hot-shot classmates. They are so smart.
People tell me I am too nice to be a good doctor. The thing is, I am near the end of medical school — I graduate in two months, actually, and I guess I haven’t learned how to be tough. I am not jaded like a lot of my classmates, who have learned from tough patients and tough times on the wards. They tell me that I am still too innocent and too trusting of people, and that I care too much about being gentle and about listening to people and their stories.