A reflection on the first year of medical school: A dedicated professor, small class size and themed dress by blogger of the month Maia Reiley

Today was our last exam. Goodbye to the 6^th floor of Soroka, goodbye to Caroline House, goodbye to the hallways of Deichman, until we start (or technically, continue) 2^nd year in the fall (well, late summer)! The last few weeks, we have been studying hematology with Dr. Moser. He is a very dedicated professor and also a bit of a hero. Shortly before we began our hematology block, he returned from a mission to supply medical care to people in Nepal who had been affected by the earthquake. One day during lunch, he was kind enough to give us a presentation on his time there and field all sorts of questions about the reality of being on a mission. When he is not giving a lecture, he often sits in on other professors so that he can use our classroom time more efficiently when we have a session with him. He is also a vocal supporter of problem based learning, so here is some visual documentation of students teaching students.

One of the nice things about having a small class is that when you walk out of an exam, there is always someone waiting outside. Although most people will say they don't like to talk about the exam once it is over, I think we all benefit from a feeling of solidarity. Even if you are the first one out of the room, there is usually a professor or a proctor who will ask you how it went, what your next block is, or where you are going for the summer. Generally, we all wait outside and chat, then head off to celebrate or pick up whatever we dropped when we entered exam mode. Some people basically had their bags packed and headed to the airport after the test, so today's post-exam hangout doubled as a time to give out hugs and promises to catch up when we see each other in August.

At some point during the last semester, the class go-getters decided that we should have themed dress up days. Yes, this is medical school. Obviously, for our hematology final, we were all supposed to wear red (get it, red like blood?)

Here we are, a little over ¼ of the way to being licensed doctors...