Decided to chuck in a results post now that I'm back from overseas.
Earlier in this journal I briefly discussed having to rejig my expectations around results time. I didn't really give it a full discussion, which is a pity because it's something that played on my mind a lot. When you start med school, you're told 1000x over that you can't expect to do as well as you did in your undergrad. Effectively, everyone who goes into med came into it via an HD average, so given our results are comparative, the majority of the cohort will go from an HD average to something lower.
For the first semester or so, this was difficult to deal with. I'd prided myself on doing really well and suddenly feeling like the dumbest person in the room was challenging. It wasn't until half way through the year, when I did surprisingly well on our midyears (I actually fluked my way into the top 15 or so in the cohort) that I realised that I probably could do really well out of that year. As it turned out, come results time I did: I just scraped through with an 81.
Come second year, I knew the challenge would be bigger. First year is all the pre-clinical stuff, basically the fourth year of biomedicine; whereas, second year is all about clinical knowledge, something which I struggle to study for. As second year progressed, I constantly found myself without any real idea about what I should be doing. I felt very much like I was treading water, as opposed to first year when I worked my arse off and constantly pushed towards my goal of doing well.
Second year eventually got to a point where it became pretty clear that I wouldn't be able to repeat my success. So begun the long process of trying to accept that, particularly as the chances of saving my year at the last minute became more and more distant. There were lots of conversations with loved ones about it, and then conversations with friends, too. At one point, I even discussed it with one of my MD1 tute groups, to try to let them know that I knew what some of them were going through.
Come exam time I didn't prepare nearly as hard as the previous year. I just wanted to pass through respectably and I started to feel reasonably confident that I could do that. When exams came around, I knew I'd put in a solid effort and was certain I would pass competently. It didn't feel like it had the previous year though, when I felt confident that I knew things.
I had VCESS work to do after exams and then headed overseas, so I really didn't think about results much until it was about time for them to come out. When they eventually did come out, it was a WAM change, so I had to calculate it. The WAM change shocked me: it had gone up. I crunched the numbers in my head and worked out that I'd managed an 82.
What hit me was a mixture of joy, crushing guilt and an emotion that can only be termed "what the fuck". My humour is often self-deprecating, but I've never been a person to talk myself down academically. Indeed, I've usually had a fairly good idea of how I'd go. If I'd do well, I knew I'd do well. Likewise, if I'd cooked something, I knew it was cooked.
At the end of it all, I'd spoken to a lot of people about results, including everyone here, and now feel like a total fraud. In high school, I used to be able to wing things pretty well, but at uni I've always prided myself on "earning" my results, so that I ended up with that is something I feel extremely grateful for, but also something that made me feel like a bit of a fraud in the end.