Alas. I made it through the first quarter of optometry school, surviving 10 weeks of rigorous classes, 30 intensive exams, five nerve-wracking practicals, and lastly, six intensive cumulative finals. However, what I can’t quantify is all of the wonderful memories that will stay with me for the rest of my life.
A few weeks ago we had a break between fall and winter quarters, and after the hustle and bustle of school, it was nice to have a nice seven-day frolic to unwind and de-stress from the first year craziness. How did I spend my time? First thing: sleep. Second thing: TV and all of the delicious and comforting foods that I love, courtesy of my mom. I may or may not have gained five lbs. from being at home, but I can’t tell you how accomplished I felt after marking that last answer on our last final. That final happened to be biochemistry (a WHOPPING 100 questions!). Now, biochemistry in general is no walk in the park, but pair that with utter sleep-deprivation…that is no easy feat.
Many of my classmates stayed here over the break and finally took the time to really explore Chicago (the city I’ve loved for now 23 years) and if you ever get the chance, I can say with 150 percent confidence that you will not be disappointed. There’s nothing like being on top of the John Hancock Center with its 360-degree views, exploring scientific wonder at the Museum of Science and Industry, or indulging in one of the signature beverages at Hot Chocolate on a chilly fall day. Being in Chicago, you never know where the day will take you.
We’re all studying to be optometrists, but what does that really mean? Is it handing out glasses and contacts? Is it checking a patient’s ocular health? Is it using fancy equipment like a phoropter and retinoscope? It’s actually so much more than that. As students, sometimes we get so wrapped up in getting good grades and studying constantly (all day, everyday) that it becomes hard to remember the mission we have as optometrists–that is, to perfect a person’s vision and eye health in order to better their everyday lives.
Luckily, they really emphasize the bigger picture at ICO. As a new member to the Student Volunteer Optometric Services to Humanity club, I had the chance to volunteer at an event put on in honor of World Sight Day, which was last Thursday, Oct. 10. Prior to ICO, I had no idea this day existed so I’ll give you a little background. Simply put, World Sight Day is an annual day of awareness held on the second Thursday of October, to focus global attention on blindness and vision deficits. So what did that mean for the students at ICO?
I am so serious–literally every upperclassman and faculty member uses the phrase “hit the ground running” when referring to the first-year class load/test schedule. And I can, now, with first-hand experience, vouch that really, there is no other way to describe it.
There’s no syllabus week. Sorry to disappoint, but that grand time of undergraduate frolicking is gone. For those of you who may not be familiar with the term, “syllabus week” is so-called because it’s the first week of classes when all in-class time is wasted reading the syllabus and talking about the rest of the semester, and out-of-class time is perhaps spent indulging in an adult beverage or four. That time is gone. Don’t even expect it. Fortunately, I really didn’t have that perception of ever having an “easy week” in optometry school, but I just wanted to make that clear.
We have now been in the full swing of exams for the past three weeks, and we’re starting our second cycle of exams tomorrow. When we first started, the air felt thicker and everyone had a look of sheer panic on their faces. Our lives are biochemistry, optics, anatomy, histology, physiology and optometry. Everyone has been in high-stress test-mode. When I asked friends what they plan to do over the weekend, they’d look at me like it’s some type of sick joke–because the answer is always studying.
Suddenly, I’m a full-fledged optometry student. We just finished our first two weeks of fall quarter and most of my classmates agree that our lives are a whirlwind of classes, clubs, and even some fun (yes, there is time for that still). Taking six classes (feels like nine if you include labs) is no easy feat, but it’s still so exciting to finally be starting the final leg of my education.
Orientation was overwhelmingly daunting, but let me tell you that while ICO students work hard, they play hard too. The upperclassmen couldn’t stress enough that in addition to all of our studies, we also needed to make time for ourselves. Trust me, I was thankful to hear that I could still go to the gym and run or even spend time downtown with my friends. Chicago is such a great city and I want to take full advantage of it while I’m here.
As the first weekend started, the class of 2017 was revved up for a little fun after a tumultuous week of taking note after note in class after class. Lucky for us, we got our first taste of the ICOlympics. Classes compete against each other in like volleyball, ultimate Frisbee, limbo, water ballon toss, etc. I personally did the limbo (I used to be a gymnast so I thought hey, why not?) and took third place. Next year, I plan to really get limber and take first!
While sometimes it’s so invigorating to explore every crevice of a big city–be it through restaurants, concerts, baseball games or museums–it can be a breath of fresh air to escape to the back roads and fields that are awaiting you a measly hour drive out of the city. Students at ICO come from a variety of places, not all metropolitan areas. I myself come from one of Chicago’s Northwest suburbs, where en route to my high school I passed cornfields and picturesque farms, complete with grazing cows. Now, four years later, I don’t make my way out there quite as often, and I find my small-town ties being strained as the hustle and bustle of working 40 hours a week has enveloped my life.
Luckily, when I find myself getting a little tightly wound, I feel fortunate enough to be able to take to those country roads with good friends and great music. When I think of Chicago, country music is definitely not the first genre of music that comes to mind. But I do associate the music with feelings of home, family, and breezy good times. So a few weeks ago my friends and I took an hour drive up to Twin Lakes, Wis., where we attended the Country Thunder music festival.