OVERCOMING the FRIGHT

EPISODE five - By Acetyl

Physiology practical came...the most deterring exams where we had to answer an SAQ question under 40seconds...who does that? It was more or less like racing for the Olympics in the so called stupid-chase ( stipple chase).

At the bch practical exams, I couldn't find the indicator used in the titration and was made to fabricate one from my thinking centre.

After all these, I nearly gave up on the exams after reviewing the flaws committed - some questions were left un- answered, many were wrongly answerd. That on the day of the viva exams....I was ready for dazing from the external examiner who asked me to move stuff on gross of skull and embryology of the stomach...I was flatly dazed in physiology but not in IP...some mates started crying cos their emotion centres couldn't bear the "you don't know anything" slogan from the examiners.

We finished the exams...we finished the race but we haven't yet received medal as our fate still lied in the after-exam faculty board sitting. We are about to cross the red-sea patiently waiting like Israelites waiting for Moses's green light.

None of us could go home after the exams as we all hung around waiting to hear the result of the exam. Our prayers grew more and even fasting inclusive thinking they might change our committed flaws...

After some weeks, the result was finally pasted on the notice board at the faculty block, and we all saw for ourselves our results and that's how Moses's green light appeared enabling us to be the new clinical students.

Thank God for Overcoming the Freaking Fright.

.....End.

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