1/8 of an MD

That's right, folks! To all my nonexistent readers worrying themselves to death over my first semester grades, worry no longer! P=MD and I am one-eighth of the way there! (Plus residency. Plus fellowship. But again, quibble quibble.) (P=MD refers to the fact that my med school, like most out there at this point, has adopted a pass/fail grading system.) It was touch-and-go for a bit there during the final. All I could recall of cholesterol synthesis was HMG-CoA reductase, and while it is unarguably an import enzyme, my biochemistry was probably a little on the patchy side if that was all I could remember of a couple weeks of lecture. Additionally I got to one of those anatomy questions that read something like "a person receives a knife wound so many inches deep into the such-and-such intercostal space. what was pierced?" and I thought "Aha! The thorax. I KNEW I forgot to study something."

But here I am, rested from a pleasant winter break and ready to return. What is that sound? Ah, it must be the sweet sound of victory tinkering down from the heavens, to congratulate me on surviving, no excelling at my first semester of medical school.

Though more likely it's the hobos rooting through the garbage again.