My dental check-ups make me feel like I’m back in school.
I work throughout the year—brushing and flossing and rinsing and cleaning—but when I sit in that chair, I’m nervous for the upcoming exam. Afterwards, I realise it wasn’t so bad, and that I did reasonably well with my preparation after all.
The exam parallels are strikingly similar. Above all else, if you do the work, the results are usually what you expect them to be.
Note: I also realise that I probably blog about the dentist each time I visit them. It’s a routine life experience, but it’s never comfortable, and I always end up thinking up a post whilst in the chair. Perhaps that’s just my way of escaping the pain of the clean.