So now that it’s officially summertime and my roommate went home for the summer, I have the entire apartment to myself. I’ve actually started practically living in the living room (I even sleep in here now). The entire “dining room” table (more like a conference table) is taken up with my books and notes. All my laundry is hanging here to dry. It’s the Step 1 Study/Review Time.
And my days are long. I basically wake up and study all day. I have breaks where I either (1) go to the market for fresh fruit (usually strawberries), (2) go to the mall for groceries, or (3) go to the gym. I have no time for anything else. Not for the next 8 days anyway.
So it’s 9pm, I’m about to get into my last study session of anatomy review, when the intercom-phone-thingy rings. Someone’s at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I don’t pick up (I never do because it’s usually solicitors). Plus it’s 9pm on a Sunday. They call again. And again.
I peeked out my balcony window and then I saw that it was one of my friends. I saw as he walked away with his suitcase. That’s right, I remembered! Dan was coming back from his week-long vacation to Croatia! But why was he ringing on my door? Why did he have his suitcase with him?
At this point, I feel that I should have called out to him so that he would come back. Maybe he was locked out of his house? But he has a roommate. You might be thinking that I should have texted him – that’s a lost cause because he never has any credit on his phone and doesn’t have a smart phone, so sending an email or iMessage was out of the question. I just let him go. Watched him walk away.
I did this because deep down inside, I couldn’t be bothered with a visitor. Not now. I still had so much to study. My stuff was taking up the entire living room. If he wanted to crash here for the night, I would feel like he was intruding. I wouldn’t be able to finish my studying for the night. I would have to move all my study material back into my room. I wouldn’t be able to wake up in the morning and just leave to go to the gym. I wouldn’t be able to just wake up and start studying either. My entire study routine would be thrown off balance, and with the Step 1 looming just under 2 months away, any distraction from my ultimate study schedule is something I am determined to deter from.
Normally, I’m the type of person that would bend over backwards for my friends, but I feel that med school is either turning me into a real bitch, or a hermit. I’ll opt for being a temporary hermit right now, because that’s what I feel I am.
With regard to the situation, was I in the wrong? Would it have been better if I called Dan back from the balcony to hear his situation? Or was I right to ignore him and just return to studying?