I Once Hated Med School 2

Day thirteen prompt of Writing 101 is about finding something. The twist said, "If you wrote day four's post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment - loosely defined."

I wrote that I once hated med school. Busy lady from darlenescorner asked how it changed me. Now I'm trying to explain it.

Since I was a kid, I had always been a top student. My academic performance was the source of my confidence. 

Then I entered medical school.

In medical school, I experienced failure (I still do), thing that would scare and worry my high school self. And because of my poor grade, I somehow lost a little of my confidence.

I learned from that.

I learned to fake my confidence. I didn't always succeed to do that but at least I can. I then learned that no matter how bad my grade was, I should always love myself. 

Then there was ENT and that talk.

The first subject I studied in my third year was ENT. I was interested in ENT because I myself had problem with my ear. You can read about it here (if you don't like ENT related topic, the link can be disgusting).

I also had that talk with my mom. I forget what my mom said first but I retorted, "You don't believe that I can be a good doctor?" She said, "Of course I believe that you can be a good doctor. You must prove that my belief is right."

I found my interest in medical school again.