At 1:00pm on Wednesday, May 9th 2007, the class of 2008 at the NC State-CVM officially became 4th year vet students. There was no fanfare, unless you count one last free lunch with the 76 of us who survived the previous 3 years. I did, though, have a private ceremony by taking 4 extra cookies off of the free cookie plate. We were then all assigned text pagers, and like true professionals we spent the next 4 hours joke texting each other (My favorite page so far being just a simple “I know what you did last summer”).
At 1:00pm I headed to the radiology department to officially kick off my first block. I assumed that the fanfare must be waiting through the doors that officially separate the “classrooms” from the “hospital”. We have very clearly marked ‘restricted access’ doors which separate the two…and even though during orientation we were clearly told that nothing was ‘restricted access’ to us anymore…you still feel like an outsider when you go through them…kind of like those kids must have felt when they crossed through the cabinet doors into Narnia…only with less talking gophers.
Now when I say fanfare, I don’t mean that I expected a marching band and clowns to greet us (and ESPECIALLY not clowns…I have a fear of clowns… some might say that it is an irrational fear…I say those people clearly did not grow up with the likes of Poltergeist, It, and to a lesser extent Killer Clowns from Outerspace). A horn section and a little face-painting would have been a nice touch, though. I guess I just expected to feel different when I crossed through the doors..more confident, poised, and ready for ‘battle’. I didn’t. I felt like an impostor.
Even worse was that I felt like an impostor who was just in the way of the technicians and doctors doing the real work. Let’s just say that it takes a few hours/days to adjust to life outside of the classroom. But after those few hours/days, you get hooked. You get hooked on actually being in the action for once (and on using cliches like ‘in the action)…You get hooked on getting to work with amazing technicians and clinicians (who are completely different folks from when they were killing you slowly with power point) You get hooked on looking like a complete imbecile because you can’t use roentgen signs to describe a lung pattern on a radiograph…or even remember what the roentgen signs are…or tell the difference between a thoracic and abdominal radiograph. OK, so maybe not so much that last one.
The good news is that what the previous fourth years had been telling you for the past 3 years was true….fourth year is freaking fantastic (and there’s a little alliteration for you…it’s the only literary device that I can remember….though I do love to say onomatopoeia even though I can’t remember what it means).
This past Friday I completed my first block, radiology. I think that I know a little bit more now than when I went in…which is probably dangerous for something. I started my second block (anesthesia) today, and I have a feeling that I’m about to be rudely introduced to the four letter word that is ‘Call’. I still feel like an impostor right now. In fact, I do believe that I’ll reserve that title until I’m at least 5 years out of school. Wait a minute….A BUZZ…OOH…here it is!!!…My first REAL PAGE!!! What a monumentous occasion!! Alright, Todd, just calm down and read it……………it says……….it says…..”Drink…More… Ovaltine”….great….is that an ‘A Christmas Story’ reference?!?…wonderful…I think that I have just found my new favorite page.
