An Ode to the First Year Med Student

To what do we owe

This wonderful way,

Sitting in lecture,

And dissecting all day?

Dodging the undergrads

On our way to the ‘brary,

Kyphosis sets in

From the bookbags we carry.

Dreaming of muscles,

And bonding with Netter,

Rohen’s not bad,

But Grant’s a bit better.

What free time we have

Is just used for eating.

And half of our lunches

Come free from a meeting.

Our social life’s shot.

Too caught up learning vessels,

But we somehow have time,

To follow Jim Tressel.

We’re living on loans.

Much debt, we’ll acquire.

And we hope to repay them.

Before we retire.

Everyone tells us

“One day, it’s worth it.”

And to this one mantra,

We are forced to submit.

It pulls us from bed

And drags us to class.

It opens our books,

And moves us to pass.

We’ll do what we do,

And continue this spree,

Until 4 years from now

When we get our degree.

We’ll look back on these days,

Reflect on our fate,

And take pride when we say,

“I survived Ohio State.”