My own Tipping Point

Okay I'll be honest, the only reason I read this book was because I thought the match on the cover was real and even though I don't smoke, I gravitated towards grabbing this non existent fire starter. Eventually I decided to pick up this existential being that had tortured me for a good year. But I wasn't the only special kid allowed into the pool, my roommates and countless guest's over the past year had fallen prey to that tempting little match. Watching, or should I say causing a fire to spark to life has much more magical power's then one that has already been lit.


While my first real rotation is about a week and change away, I can't help but feel I'm at my tipping point. Gladwell defines the tipping point from a medical science perspective "one dramatic moment in an epidemic when everything can change all at once." What funny is, my dramatic moment hasn't happened yet per say, but I know that once those rotations start third year will forever change how I look at world around me. Any health care industry worker can talk about the word desensitization but I would define it as those once uncontrollable feelings becoming the norm and controlled.

Its weird sitting here knowing the changes that will ensue in the upcoming years, correction the upcoming MONTH, but yet be perfectly serene about it. I know the next couple of weeks will be filled with competing with other students, trying to get recommendations locked down, I'm sure some backstabbing, and countless sleepless nights. However the more I think about it the more I'm starting to realize that maybe I was wrong. My tipping point isn't dancing in front of me. Maybe my tipping point occurred the moment I decide to enter medical school.....