The trusty ol' self confidence meter has
- I have absolutely no idea of how I'm doing overall. I might as well be sitting in a Viet Cong outpost on the Mei Kong river, blindfolded and forced to play Russian Roulette against Robert DeNiro when I take these exams. Hopefully I don't end up like Walken in the end of the movie...I doubt that QBank Roulette in a warehouse would draw the same crowd of screaming Vietnamese people throwing money around. I'm probably going to end up with a similar case of PTSD, which promises for some good self-loathing induced blogging in the future.
- My performance varies by 10% in a matter of hours. Morning questions will be way below the average on an easier exam and the afternoon's will be above on a much harder exam...WTF??? To make it better, I can't even tell when the exams are harder or easier!!! I'll think that some of the 22% questions are easy and not have a clue about some of the 78% questions.
- Qbank has caused me to develop persecutory delusions of becoming a PM&R resident on Podunk County Hospital's hospice service tending to bed sores, diabetic feet, and terminal pain management with a non-English speaking FMG as my only friend. Ship me off to the 7th circle of hell why don't you?
- The NBME has a Kung-Fu death grip on the collective genitalia of all medical students...$45 fucking dollars a pop to put my mind at ease. It's ok, it's not like I needed to buy groceries this week or anything. $45 for 4 hours of sitting there and clicking fucking buttons to simulate the most anxiety inducing experience of my young life! I bought 4 of them!!! I probably need to have my head examined.
Up tomorrow: NBME 1