01
Aug
s/p ICC year
I feel so old reading and hearing about everyone’s first official day as ICCs. Everyone’s so excited, thinking they’ll be able to do so much in the coming months. Buying stash from Bambang, practicing venipunctures on each other, and basically excited for everything they’re gonna learn from inside the hospital. They probably won’t believe me when I say that most of the learning during ICC year, I did outside the confines of the hospital, both academically and non-academically; reading from books (not transes), while having a quarter-life crisis in the midst of all the free time ICCs are known to have.
