There comes a time in a student's life when they become an intern. A for real, going to be hands on with patients every day kind of intern. I become one of those in the Fall. And I have to say, I'm feeling mixed emotions. On one hand I cannot wait to apply what I'm learning to address patient needs. On the other I'm wondering how on earth I could possibly be ready for such tasks. On another I'm thinking that between this term and next, not only will I be taking a 'break clinic', where I'll be treating every day for a solid week under a supervisor, I'll be reviewing all of my diagnosis texts that accompanied a very cool but very academic class that I took last summer, the majority of which had no context because I'd not taken the other foundational classes to make it make sense. If that makes sense... Anyway, I'm excited but nervous but realize that this moment, when academia becomes practical medicine, represents the biggest, brigh...