I study a lot. I mean, a lot. There's a little restaurant near my house that I study at just about every night, and they've gotten to where they know me and even my parents if they come in without me. I work really hard, and most of the time, I manage to pass. But not by a whole lot. This stuff is really hard, and with real life constantly hitting me in the back of the head, I've gotten used to being a little below average in the grades department. I lament quite often that I haven't found what I'm good at yet, and that I hope I don't fail when OB/GYN comes around (P.S. >> I should be good at OB/GYN).
So imagine my surprise when I went to check my grade in my very worst subject (well before this block), and it was GOOD. It was better than good, I murdered it! I had rather forgotten what it was like to be more than OK about my grades. For a minute, I imagined working even harder and having awesome grades in EVERYTHING. Then I laughed and got back to reality.
I am not against having good grades, and as much as I study, I had hoped I might accomplish something in the stellar department. I'm not a great test-taker. I guess that might bite me in the butt when it comes to boards. But I feel like how you take a test doesn't determine what kind of doctor you will be. However, you have to be good enough at taking a test or you'll never find out. It's a fine line to walk. Sometimes I walk it a little closer than I'd like.