Medical Student Life: Some Realities of This Struggling Period

Two exams in one year

January 2021: No social contacts, no opportunities to go out, dull sitting at home and the feeling of simply not getting any further in life … finally the rest of the world now also knows what it is like to study dentistry. It’s ironic how much a degree in dentistry troubles you, and how much you go on your gums with it. And it’s annoying that studying bulimia, of all things, makes you fatter. One of the solutions is to consult a professional dentistry interview tutor who can help you achieve your target.

But the year 2021 offers a light on the horizon: from July I can finally take my state examination, and after only 5 months with 16 sometimes weeks-long exams I can finally call myself a dentist – and have myself declared dead. I’ll be more burned out than American democracy.

The worst thing is: the woman in my heart, with whom I also share an apartment, will also be finished this year. However, shortly before me – that means our household is about 10 months of state exams. With us it will look like the Capital of the USA (that was newsworthy enough for two references!).

It will be interesting to see how we will deal with this grueling endgame – at a time when new messages can come in every day and affect our work in the dental clinic. This morning I actually – albeit reluctantly – had to say goodbye to my patient from the waiting room before the treatment because he was showing symptoms of colds. It was -5 degrees outside, of course you sniff there, but: His nose was runny, and so was my treatment. And now I have to somehow replace this patient service. Thank you, all, including Obama!

Now, about a month before the start of my friend’s spring exam, it is still unclear whether work will be carried out on the patient or on the phantom head. Planning uncertainty doesn’t really make the most important exam of the degree easier. I’m still pleading for an emergency exam like in 1945. Didn’t Merkel say that this was the most difficult challenge since World War II? I made my case.

But there remains a ray of hope: no matter what happens, in December 2021 we should both have this degree behind us. And if it all gnawed us down to the bone – we wanted to lose our bulimia-learning pounds anyway.

The TOP 3 of the worst part-time jobs

In the course of my waiting time collecting, there was a wealth of sideline activities. It goes without saying that there were not always only rosy golds among them, the more the closer you know me and know that I was inspired by the dangerous American-Cuban temperament. But it was precisely this mix of American morose and Cuban heat, well, that made working with me not exactly easy for one or the other boss.

Good so as not to convey a bad image of me. I am a hardworking young man who is willing to work. Nonetheless: Here are my personal top 3 worst part-time jobs.

Place 3:

An ice cream parlor in my hometown. I had just turned 14 and so I took the opportunity to feel into professional life. With vitamin B I saved myself an interview, but that didn’t save me from the trial day … which also meant my last day at work. I admit it was more due to my inability, because what many may not know, as a Cuban boy you have very little contact with housekeeping. Without wanting to wave the anti-feminism flag, the boys in Cuba are brought up to be macho. That means: Household is taboo. Unfortunately, this also affected my trial day. And negative. In response to the insidious question of my superior why I wouldn’t empty the overcrowded ashtrays on the guest tables in the ice cream parlor,

Hourly wage: $ 10 for 4 hours of work (I could be glad that there was something at all, they said)

Place 2:

Telephoning the will to speak: As a teenager I was rather shy and reserved. I wanted to change that and, encouraged by a friend, applied to work as a telephone operator in a wine-selling call center. In the Accord, I was supposed to call poor, unsuspecting people and, in addition to many trivial questions, also ask a seemingly harmless but crucial question, namely whether they like drinking wine. This answer was the prelude to 2-3 attempts to get these people to buy wine.

Should: 30 wine drinkers per hour

Actual: 15-20 wine drinkers per hour plus 10-20 number rotations in the telephone numbers of the people “reached”

Hourly wage: $ 6.11

What students have to say about it?

You quickly learn which side you should be on in life. Namely on the boss’s.

1st place:

By far the worst job I did at Mc Donald’s. In no other job was I found to be this crazy. I was used as a meat pallet turner. At first I was happy with the simple work, but after just 2.3 days I got too much. In addition to the unspeakable monkey heat, it became terribly boring and monotonous. I often lost my concentration and even got badly burned twice. The employees, all driven by a plump “Sinclair”, did not allow themselves to be seduced into a witty conversation. Anyway, it was very hectic. To make matters worse, Mrs. Sinclair used a harsh tone. With hawk eyes she checked very conscientiously whether our mental and motor skills might get lost through one or the other pallet. My assignment there ended abruptly and without any warning. In a very hectic phase, Mrs. Sinclair became so personal that her ladle landed very roughly at your feet.

Hourly wage around $ 5.50

What!!! never again. I think bad jobs are a dime a dozen, but they are important. You get a more precise feeling of who you are and what you want, especially what you don’t want. They are there to help us get to know each other better and that can’t be wrong, can it?