I am Failing in my Anatomy Class
Medicine is a one big process.
The concepts to know, terms to memorize and pages to read are truly
overwhelming. It took me 5 years from graduating in College (2013) to pursue my
dream. At 27, here I am wondering whether or not I made the right decision and
whether or not I can survive the rigor of the training.
My first year is filled with the
greatest hurdle. I have not yet fully adjusted to the demands of my course and
the pathway to Medicine is not yet clear to me. I am just drawing support to a
God I know. In the literal sense, I was
broken several times—most especially in my grades and performance. I have read
my books, understood the principle, memorized facts and worked hard for my
subjects. But nothing seems enough. I still failed in my Anatomy. This is the
subject so unfamiliar, bizarre and complicated for me. I tried hard enough to
know but my brain is slow to process the image, as if it is rejecting the idea
of cadavers, anatomical positions, related injuries and landmarks. I can never
be a surgeon and that fact I have to accept.
I don’t know why I can’t seem to
cope with Anatomy. Is it the images and labels and atlas? But I am fine with
Histology with all those tiny microscopic slides. Is it the overloaded texts in
our books? But I am doing well in Physiology with all the functions and
associated clinical correlations. My Biochemistry record also speaks well
enough and passing with all the biochemical processes, cycles, pathways and
images I have come to memorize.
I am memorizing a lot in Anatomy
but I can’t retrieve the information during examinations. I have learned a lot
from my professor’s lecture. I read hundreds of clinical conditions, integrated
anatomy with Biochemistry and Physiology, always trying to retain anatomical
principles as hard as I can. However, I still failed in my Midterm with a 64.64
grade. I cried thinking how much of a failure I am to even obtain this low. My
lecture examinations even can’t pass at 48/100, my laboratory is even worse way
below the 60% MPL. I looked back to myself and questioned whether or not I have
done enough. I placed my palms on my face and sob silently in the corner of an
empty classroom with no one looking.
I just stared there, reflected
and prayed quietly. I thought of my DOH Scholarship, my hardworking, jobless
mother; my Father in Heaven, who is now my angel. I thought of my sleepless
nights, stressful days. The more tears and sobbing I made. But nothing can wipe
the pain. The tissue paper cannot even lighten me up. I stood there in
frustration, hoping for some miracle to occur. I cried again in tears and
started accepting my fate—probably; it is God’s voice talking to me sending me
mixed messages. Is it a message of Hope? That I can still rise amidst that
downfall and work even harder to uplift my grade. Or is it a message of
Reconsideration? That perhaps this is not for me and instead look for another
profession that suits me better. I can’t think of a plan B or profession other
than Medicine.
I find myself lost in my
situation. I have nothing to blame but myself. There is no silver lining in
this instance but the beauty of the World remains—as in the smile of the faces
of children. I may be failing in this subject but I know I am capable of doing
better if I give my very best. Those grades will never reflect how much of a
person I am. It doesn’t speak of my skills and character. For as long as I know
I learned and remembered, there is nothing to lose. I will redeem myself, just
as Christ, did in those failures and downfalls.
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