It hasn't sunk in completely yet and it still feels surreal. I keep staring at this yellow piece of paper, thinking that the letters would change in an instant if I do not look closely. This has been, by far, the bumpiest beginning of a milestone in my life. With a cut-off grade of 70%, I barely passed in the first three bimonthly periods (69.97% average). In the last bimonthly period, I had a pre-bimonthly exam grade of 58%, a far cry from the passing mark. Then came the final exams, when my feeling of not anymore giving any care prevailed and took over. I can say that I winged the final examinations, which were 1/3 of the grade. I was almost sure that I'd retake PBL 1. My journal is even filled with prayers, promises, and pep talk to somehow soften the blow of failure.
But then, a miracle happened. By Divine Intervention, I saw this single letter that I currently consider as the most beautiful letter of the alphabet. Right now, it is more than just a letter to denote parking. It makes me happy, more than the giddy feeling from my first-ever crush whose name started with this letter, too. The letter "P" now stands for positivity, prayers, and most of all - PASSED. I'm one step closer to becoming a physician with a heart.
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