“Medical school ain’t that tough. Just a little confusing”
Written as a personal account in the summer after LeBaron’s first year as a medical student in 1979 and “revised during stolen moments of the second year,” this book is a medical classic. It begins with 34 year old mature student Charles LeBaron being offered places at two medical schools. Most of his friends advise him to choose Harvard
However, the only one urging him not to is a first year student at Harvard. “‘Go to California,’ she said. ‘Anywhere but here.’” He ends up at Harvard.
At the venerated medical school, LeBaron soon faces disillusionment all around. The reader follows him and his classmates as they embark on their journey from “bright, eager, twenty-three-year-old faces” through a learning environment characterised by fear and uncertainty, which the students cope with in different ways. The elective curriculum without a strict preclinical-clinical division turns out to be a