That week at home
Heavy, then done. Two long nights on the capstone, then the last night was just review.
The WebXam is in the spring, not now, so the December practice was a checkpoint rather than the finish. My plan
over break is fifteen minutes a few times a week on the remaining unanswered pile, which is small enough now
that it is not intimidating.
The thing I did not expect is how much of this class is writing. I thought biomedical science would be labs and
equipment, and there were plenty of both, but the lab is maybe a third of it. The rest is building an argument
that survives someone attacking it. Every unit ends the same way: claim, evidence, reasoning, and an honest
statement of what you cannot prove.
The second thing is that the Mondays turned out to be the reason the rest works. I thought ethics day was a
break from the real content. It is actually where I learned to hold a position, get it taken apart, and change my
mind without feeling like I lost. That is the same skill as writing a limitations section, and it is the same skill as
sitting in a debrief after your team missed a patient.
The third thing is teamwork, which I was worst at. Our scene photos in September, our evidence board
argument, our triage gap, the personas that were secretly just us. Every one of those failures was a
communication failure rather than a knowledge failure. We knew the material each time. We did not talk to each
other before starting.
The fourth thing is that the class is not only the class. HOSA, chess, the Clinic onboarding, and the research
morning were not extras I did on the side. The Clinic badge is the reason the vital signs week mattered to me.
The research morning is the reason I now know that failing an experiment is the job rather than a sign I am not
cut out for it. Chess is where I found out that my worst habit is moving before I look at what everyone else is
doing, which is the same habit that cost my team a period in September.
What I need from you is mostly what you are already doing. Ask me what the Monday question was, and push
back on my answer, because I get better at those when someone makes me defend them out loud. That fifteen
minutes a night is not negotiable and it is the reason December did not feel like a wall. And if I say I have no
homework, ask me what is in the unanswered pile.
One more thing, and then I will stop. I still want to be a doctor. I wanted it in August for a reason that was
mostly a feeling, which was that hospital room and not understanding anything anyone said. I still want it in
December for a reason I can now say out loud: I have seen a small piece of what the work actually is. It is careful
documentation, arguing with people who disagree with you, admitting the limits of what your evidence proves,
and doing it again when the first attempt fails. None of that is glamorous and all of it is something I can practise
starting now.
That is the difference between wanting to be a doctor and starting to become one, and this semester is where it
started.
Principles of Biomedical Science, Fall 2026. Seventeen weeks, four units, a lot of CERs. Go Hornets.