My Last First Day of School

Today was my last first day of school. I proudly entered the 23rd grade (really); it’s  my final training  year as a psychology resident before I earn my doctorate. I noticed some similarities and differences between my first first day and my last first day.

Similarities

  • Butterflies in my stomach
  • Worrying about a good “first day” outfit
  • Packing lunch  coffee
  • Wondering what my class will be like and if I’ll get along with my teachers
  • Homework. Then: ABCs. Now: Training modules.
  • Snack time! We got cookies today!

Differences

  • Drove to work. Big upgrade from the bus stop.
  • I got a kiss good luck from my fiance instead of my parents.
  • I was the “big kid.” As a resident I have some different privileges (i.e. parking) that other staff didn’t have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m nowhere near the top of the ladder, but for the first time I wasn’t on the lowest rung.
  • Instead of learning about the rules of the classroom and getting assigned seats, I learned about HIPAA, risk mitigation, and was assigned an ID badge and a computer login.
  • Kindergarten benefits: Nap time. Adult benefits: Health insurance and FSAs.

I may be finishing up my formal education, but I am nowhere near done with learning or training. Here’s to another 23 years (but hopefully this time with less homework).

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