Being a third-year optometry student means being an upperclassman who gets asked for advice—and has gotten me thinking about advice.
As a greenhorn to any field, few things are emptier and more infuriating than the advice we receive from more experienced friends. During my first year of optometry school, plenty of well-meaning third-years stroked their grey beards of experience and prattled out enigmatic phrases that meant nothing to wide-eyed me. I lacked the perspective that comes with experience. I could not stand it and swore I would not give advice that could not be used.
Yet here I am, with all the perspective, admitting these not-so-helpful hints were totally right.