My room is a disaster. Normally, I only clean my room after tests* – so usually the room cleaning involves a ceremonious tossing-out of power points, re-shelving of relevant review books, erasing of the white-board, and hole-punching and filing away my overall summaries.
But until today, I haven’t been able to bring myself to erase the elaborately drawn embryo (with FGF/Wnt gradients and counter-gradients diagrammed out!), toss the small piles of notes I keep finding everywhere, or re-shelf my review books, because – and I know it’s a little Hoarders: Med School Edition– because I thought I may need to keep all of my Embryology stuff in case I had to remediate**.
Unfortunately, now I have a Genetics test on Tuesday and an Anatomy test on Wednesday – so while I at least erased the horrid embryo – not only have I not put anything away like I usually do, but I’ve actually been adding to all of the piles. It’s getting a little dire.
The funny thing is, I can’t blame med school. Everybody else’s rooms are spotless. They are cover images of Martha Stewart: The Refined Graduate Apartment. We’re talking pristine, white carpeting and floaty curtains. They own vacuums, while I’m just proud that I finally got a rug.
My only saving grace is that, unlike the med students I imagine would be profiled in Hoarders: Med School Edition, I don’t have any piles of garbage, food, or dead squirrels.