You finish finals and it’s March, but Preparation for Practice means that there are still three months before you actually finish medical school. You attend your last lecture as a medical student and it’s May, but graduation is still five weeks away. You graduate and it’s June, but even so there’s still a whole month of summer left. And then you look up one day and the middle of July has come and gone, and you start work next Tuesday.
I haven’t known a summer go so quickly since I was eleven and worried about going to “big school”.
Well, I say summer.
This still doesn’t seem entirely real. On Saturday, I met someone in person who I first met online several months ago, and he asked what I do in the rest of my life. “I’m a doctor,” I said, and then had to stop myself from giggling because it felt like a lie. I haven’t stopped feeling like an imposter yet. I’m waiting for them to figure out that I don’t really know anything and that I’m not a proper doctor at all, or even a proper grown-up really. I’ve got a ward (what’s a sliding scale, again?) and a rota and a bleep number, though, and they appear to be expecting me at shadowing week and induction, so evidently someone thinks that I am.
Not much for it now but to jump in with both feet and hope that I remember how to swim.