The Harrowing Tales of a Transfer Resident

On the final night of our R1 year, a group of us juniors ordered an entire Peking duck to the MTU team room to celebrate and fuel us through one last call shift. When the others woke up the next morning (if they slept at all), they were officially R2’s, while I started fresh as an R1 all over again. A year earlier I had frantically opened my laptop on Match Day to find my CaRMS dream perfectly fulfilled. Location was extremely important to me; I was beyond thrilled to stay in the city where I was raised, where my Read More …