I let the words soak into my brain and some seep back out again. As they linger in front of my eyes, I play with the space continuum by zoning in and out, in and out. My mind feels like it needs a break every 5 minutes. How can I be productive? As it wanders and I bring it back, I let the pressure of this journey called medical school filter in just slightly. Enough stress to push me back to the books. And then I refocus and go.