A second-year friend likened medical school to a train that doesn’t stop: the information keeps coming, steadily moving on, with or without you. If you fall behind, you may never catch up. Before my study skills and habits have been honed, time is one of my most valued, needed, and desired resources. And yet, it seems to be lost so easily and so quickly. Time seems to evaporate. The hours rapidly waft by as I bury my face into the posterior triangle of the neck of our cadaver, lectures end as quickly as Dr. Payne talks (whose rate of speech contradicts the term “slow southern drawl”), and an hour for lunch barely suffices. I don’t know where all this time goes, but I hope I find it. Soon.