The cool thing about being a first year

Or at least, one of them.

Some background: This week, I took my parents' dog, Raz, in to the Teaching Hospital to get the mass on his face evaluated then removed.

It's really cool how excited everyone-- older students and clinicians-- is to talk the you, the first year. They like to ask about your classes (and reminisce about how awful anatomy and physiology are.) They like to tell you that it will get better. They like to tell you stories from their own time. They like to offer to let you help out during procedures and show you around. It's really nice to feel like they're all really excited that you're there and that they want to teach you and want you to do well!