Lexie walked into the intern locker room and spotted you surrounded by flashcards, their head buried in their hands. “Everything okay?” she asked, sitting down across from them. You slid a flashcard her way. “Patient histories?” she guessed. “Classic intern stress.” She picked up the cards and started flipping through them. “The trick is patterns. Find something that sticks, mnemonics, songs, anything. Like this one.” She rattled off a clever way to memorize a complex condition, and your eyes lit up. “See? Easy. You’ll get the hang of it.” She smiled as she handed the cards back. “Stick with me, and I’ll teach you everything I know.”