There are few feelings quite as nice in the life of a student as the feeling of completing a round of semester-end final exams. When these are finally over, as they are now for our class of 2016, it is like a colossal weight that is lifted off the shoulders. This new-found freedom does not set in instantaneously after stepping out of the examination room, however. The pain lingers for about a day afterwards, like the residual aches a trekker feels in his thighs upon setting down his burden to rest by the campfire after traversing a high mountain pass. Then, after that day has passed, ever so gently the new freedom sinks into the soul as softly as a butterfly alighting on an outstretched palm. The world seems fresh and new, full of color and potential.
Fresh air is breathed by lungs that have known little else but stagnant, indoor, dusty Beer-Sheva air for the previous several weeks of reviewing. Once again the senses are reawakened, and the singing of birds and smells of the earth are noticed and appreciated. Of course, this spirited jubilation is always short-lived in the life of a medical student, for the rounds of intense study, exams, and interspersed periods of liberty are cyclical in nature.