After getting my exam results, I needed to take some time to do something other than eat, sleep, live, breathe, and blog medicine. I might have insisted that this year I wasn’t going to neglect my life for the sake of my exams, but, as the hazy memories of a lovely Easter weekend faded and the days between it and the beginning of June started to race by, it still happened. I’d known for months that I would be missing a performance of Rossini’s Petite Messe Solenelle that was scheduled to take place on the night before Paper 1, so, because I wouldn’t be singing anyway, there were a few evenings when revision ended up taking precedence over choir practice, and then other things started to drop off the radar… In the end, the only non-academic commitment that I was keeping was on Sunday mornings, and even with that, on the last couple of weekends I was going into the library at the crack of dawn on a Sunday so that I could get an hour or two in before heading up to the cathedral.
So that’s where I’ve been for the last six weeks or so — recharging my batteries.
I’m still in Glasgow. I’ve cooked good food and spent time with friends and caught up on sleep and read books, and, after two years in the west of Scotland, finally found the time to go to Loch Lomond. This past fortnight I’ve been doing some very temporary work for the local bus company in a role that I’ve dubbed The Weirdest Job I’ve Ever Had — and I’m the girl who used to make her living from fixing boilers and unblocking toilets and providing condoms at three o’clock in the morning, so that’s saying a lot — but that job has now ended, so I’m hoping that my temp agency will find me something else soon. For a little while, it’s been nice to just be.
This week, I started to get excited about September. I had coffee with a friend who is just reaching the other end of third year, and talking to her has really made me begin to look forward to it. I’m starting to make plans for my junior elective and to think about what I might be able to do for my SSM next summer. I’m helping to write the Glasgow chapter for a new medical school admissions guide. If I don’t have any temp work for next week, I’m going to get in touch with my old VS tutor and ask if I can come sit in on clinic for a couple of days. It’s come to the point where I want to be a third year because I want to start doing third year, which, when compared to the frame of mind I was in in May, when I wanted to be a third year because I wanted second year to be over, is all the difference in the world.