I am about to begin the last.week.EVER.
That's right: this week is my last week of classes at CCNM!
No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks...
This post is titled Bittersweet for a reason, however.
While I am so, so excited to get out of the classroom and into the clinic, I'm a wee bit sad about ending almost two decades of classroom time. I like being a student, it's what I know! I love learning, I love taking notes, I love hearing from experts (my professors), I love seeing my classmates everyday, and I love routine. I know that the learning won't stop (my patients will become my new teachers!) and I'll still see my colleagues around the clinic, but it will be different. Good different, but still different. I'm sure the month of May will be pretty stressful as we all adjust to this new system of learning. But by Summer, I'm sure we'll have mastered the operations portion of our year four experience (charting, audits, case management files, the PAX booking software, taking out equipment, changing treatment rooms, monitoring modality numbers, ICD codes, and so much more). And once those headaches are out of the way, it'll be smooth sailing: we'll be back into a routine and our patients will dictate the course of last year of formal learning.
But in the meantime, I'm going to soak up this last week of being a student... a mere third-year... spending my days in the Lecture Theatre... comfortably seated, just one in the crowd... trying to take in as much good knowledge as I can...
...while waiting for the next bathroom break to chat and complain with my peers about the eleven exams that stand between us and clinic. Eek!