Rhon
Rhon
Before I entered in med school, I already knew the hardship I am going through. I knew it wasn’t
easy as abc. I got a lot of friends and relatives who are now successful medical practitioners and they
have shared common stories of taking the course, that a million times perseverance, determination,
courage, patient and faith are all what you need to be able to do it. These success stories somehow not
only contributed to inspire me but gave me some sort of fear, along with the expectations of my
parents, relatives, and friends. Unconsciously, it became my everyday stressor. Yes, failure is my
greatest fear. I fear of becoming failure to my family. I fear for not fulfilling their expectations because
for me such would be a betrayal for them, their hardship and sacrifices in sending me to school only to
have the best education I could have for my future. And of course failure means losing money, time, and
effort.
To speak of the coping mechanism I would be needing to overcome those fear is too premature
for me to identify at this stage. However, I wanted my family especially my mom to be my sort of
inspiration to be able to pursue my dream-preferably their dream- in order to be the best that I can be.
With this inspiration, I know I will and can find better coping mechanisms along my journey in the
medical world. I will make this as a tool in molding the new version of me with adaptive capacity as what
the course requires.
My expectation.
As a medical student with a vision of global competitiveness, I am expecting the best learning
methods and tools in school considering it is one of best medical schools in the country. I am expecting a
more advance approach of learning method. Though not fully oriented with the capacity of our
professors, I have so much trust that they could provide us the necessary learning we needed to
advance to the new level and hopefully becoming one of those medical practitioners someday.