I received notice from my school today. I failed a class. This is the first class I've ever failed in my life. When I got the email, I swore internally, but I wasn't surprised. I was unsure of 40 of my answers on a 90 question test. I hadn't slept the night before and was running on red bull. Truthfully, I got lazy. I got cocky. Yes, I failed the MCAT, and yes it took me two tries to get into medical school, but I got cocky. I felt like I could Netflix all I wanted, relax, drink with my friends, go out with the boyfriend and I'd still pass. I wasn't like *those* people. The people who failed, people who weren't smart enough or driven enough. What were they doing? How could they fail a class? This is med school. Well, this is med school, and I did fail, and I deserved to fail. I needed to get kicked off my high horse. I'm in my second year of medical school and I am taking Step 1 this year. A kick in the pants is what I needed. Because I don't want to fail Step 1.
So what now? I didn't wallow; I processed; life went on. It is what it is. As for my failure, I have to retake the exam.
I'm not sure where to start, from the beginning I guess. I know why I failed. I got lazy and cocky. So now I have to run on all 8 cylinders. That means, blog hiatus. It means leaving my phone at home. It means staying at school for lunch instead of coming home and napping/netflixing. In fact, I'm canceling my Netflix subscription until 2014. It means going to bed earlier, waking up earlier and doing work...all day. Listening to pathoma while falling asleep instead of tv. Listening to pathoma while cooking, getting ready, or eating. Flipping through notecards before bed and first thing in the morning. Better get started.
Wish me luck and Happy Thanksgiving!