Medical Education

Written by Matthew Cheng-Chun Lin ’16
Prior to medical school, the word ‘match’ had little meaning to me. I sometimes ‘matched’ pairs of socks after doing my laundry, but that was mostly about it. Now, after experiencing UVM Match Day for the third consecutive year, the term has taken on a whole new meaning. For me – and likely many other members of my class – it is a word that has become so simultaneously loaded with feelings of promise and heartbreak, anxiety and relief, that I will almost certainly never be able to look at my socks the same way again.

Written by Gilana Finogenov ’18
Her features were flattened and deformed, showing she had been fixed. I thought of a Barbie doll whose limbs would stay in place as you lifted and moved her. A line drawn down the back and three across, like a knife in pale dough, and as fast. I felt very warm. A bead of sweat trickled down from under my arm. “Is it just me, or is it really warm in here?” I asked my lab group. Of course, it was just me. Lab is cold. Lab is always really cold.