At the end of the second year of pharmacy school, I went on my hospital rotation. I rotated through a children’s hospital and it was bad. It was really boring. The pharmacists did very little work, and a lot of my time was spent just kind of sitting around pretending to read papers. Physical space was an issue: the pharmacy was crammed into a tiny space of maybe a small apartment, and the techs had to fill in there, the pharmacists had to verify orders in there. They even had a small piece of it carved out to assemble IVs. I got along well with all the pharmacists except one of them.
There was this shitty Chinese pharmacist and she was everything awful about materialism wrapped up in Chanel. It seemed we were getting along okay. Like she was telling me about all the shit she valued in her life (Chanel, her GPA, belittling other professions, her daughter) and everything seemed pretty normal. I went to a few meetings with her and she decided to make up some shit about me and complained over everyone’s heads to the university. She claimed that I was reading a newspaper during a meeting and made it sound like everyone was super engaged during a meeting and I whipped open a copy of newspaper in front of everyone’s faces. In fact I read a newspaper for 5 minutes in the break room before a meeting started. Half the people had shown up and they were making small talk. So she blew it up to be a big thing and complained to the university about me. I had to go talk to the people in charge of rotations but I wasn’t punished or anything.
I get the feeling I was used as a pawn in a big game of chess. Like there were office politics and I could be used as a professional indictment of the pharmacist in change of me. Later she tried to buddy up with me and occasionally talk to me. She is the only practicing pharmacist I have ever stonewalled in communication, which is basically when I pretend I’m on trial and everything I say is admissible in court. So yeah. I passed it but this combined with my shitty experience in my previous rotation made me very nervous about rotations in general.
Third year kinda just blends in together. It’s not as hard as second year and you’ve learned to flash memorize and regurgitate for tests. You’ve achieved a level of veterancy and burnout where you really overcome whatever it throws at you. But not necessarily well, you just kinda get through it. Everyone is just completely burned out. It’s not substantively different from the other years, you just kinda get used to the shittiness. So I don’t have a lot of distinct memories about the first semester.
The second semester was both easy and filled with useless classes. So most people just stopped showing up to class. We had combined attendance of 15 people out of 140 at our early morning nutrition class. I’m included in this. I have distinct memories of playing Borderlands 2 and CSGO and drinking tea at like 4 in the morning as a regular occurrence. I would listen to the lectures online while playing Counterstrike, so on a couple tests I sat down and in addition to recalling the material, I would recall sniping on the roof of cs_assault. Eventually I stayed up so late that I was still awake in time to go to class in the morning so I did that, and the nutrition professor looked at me and smiled because I had clearly been absent all semester but then showed up the last 2 weeks.
Some professors the students never see in real life because of how absentee everyone is. I started the hashtag #checkedout, it was alright. The second semester is also when I had tons of time of play video games so I did that, drastically improving my League of Legends play and hitting plat that season.