This is where you’ll hear what it’s really like at the University of Michigan Medical School. Students at each level of the program give you an intimate look at their med school lives—their insights, ‘ah-ha’ moments, frustrations and excitement.

Free at Last!

Well, it’s finally over – I just took Step 1 this morning and am thrilled to be done! After sequestering myself in self-imposed isolation for the past month, I can now fully rejoin the land of the living. And I’m going to start by playing Whirlyball tonight as part of the MSTP Second Look Weekend…. Read more >>

Warning: This Post Contains Too Many Words

I’m a baddie for not having written in so long, forgive me! Extra-long post to make up for it? I hope? The primary culprit for my absence is a much beloved, but much time om-nom-nomming Umich Medical School tradition: the Smoker. The Smoker is a comedic (or so we like to think) musical production put… Read more >>

Step 1 studying is a lot like cleaning your room…

…it just gets so much more messy before it gets clean! The first week of study period for Step 1 of the board exams really reminds me of when you decide to give your room the cleaning it has always deserved. Including the back of the closet. AND under the bed. You go through so… Read more >>

Brain Surgery Under Kenyan Skies: My Month in Pediatric Neurosurgery at Kijabe Hospital

Even though I grew up in Kenya and made the drive often, there has always been something about the Great Rift Valley that inspires a sense of awe each time I see it. Perhaps, it is the sheer expanse of this structure that never ceases to inspire. Not too far beyond this impressive natural landscape,… Read more >>

Good Night and Good Luck!

After the Galens Smoker ended last week (I may still be suffering from a wee bit of withdrawal), my thoughts turned to the next big event on the horizon – the USMLE Step 1 exam. It has been hovering on the edge of my and my classmates’ consciousness the whole year, looming closer and closer… Read more >>

Whole world in his hands

There’s nothing at all like holding another person’s brain in the palm of your hands. As I stood there looking over a mostly-empty dissection table, the stark contrast was real. On the table, nearly nothing. In the palm of my hands, my donor’s brain. Immediately I thought “every thought, pain, joy, love, hate, worry, wonder… Read more >>