These holidays...

Today is the first day all holidays that I've felt a certain degree of calm. I began this blog in order to keep my readers (the very few of them that there are) up-to-date with my life as a medical student; to put it simply, I've kind of failed at this task. But yesterday I received my marks from the last set of exams for second year and I have passed everything, which ultimately means I have passed second year. It was the most amazing feeling and when I got home and told my parents that I'd passed, I proceeded to dance in the kitchen for a good five minutes.

Passing second year doesn't just mean I will begin third year in mid-january next year, it means: that I will be permanently living back in Brisbane; that I no longer have to live on the Gold Coast; and that all my study paid off.

Next year I'll begin what my now-graduating housemates describe as 'the worst year of their life'. I always nervously laugh when I think of it because I remember what they were like last year and it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences sometimes. According to the staff at the university I will be expected to be the hospital or clinics or doctors privates surgeries at least 35 hours a week. I'm not sure when I'm meant to earn an income around this when they also expect another 15 hours study on top of that.

I am going to try and write a blog about my experiences in the hospital and studying a much more practical medicine every couple of days next year and then maybe at the end of it all I can write a book from it.

But for the next month I plan on enjoying myself and seeing these people in Brisbane who I adore and have missed dearly since living away. I am going to bake, drink plenty, exercise, write, watch all the TV shows that I love, read all the books I've put aside since beginning med and find the perfect little house to live in next year. I am going to sleep on the beach and go for drives on hot summer days with the windows wound down and the music playing loud.

... I'm going to do things.