Day 2

More orientation. Does not begin till 10, even though i woke up at 6 and tomorrow i will wake up at 430.

there is still much hope in the air.

feel like the hardest part of med school is letting go of one's particularities of previous identities--namely, that of ditzy intellectual, which was a fun role to try to develope. its not as funny to have a ditzy doctor. its kind of scary. but changing such a thing brings up profound difficult questions of identity, habitus, and change. did i once develope such a role as one puts on garb, an arbitrary pair of pants found in the free bin--or did it seem a good way to deal with the fact that i have terrible short term memory? Is it essence or is it mere garb one puts on and off a deeper essence? is there no essence at all, this illusion of self?!

no time for difficult questions! have to review abdominal vasculature.