The Plights Of Every Medical Graduand
The journey of six years eventually comes to an end...no more no time. A lot of time left to reach out to family and friends who you have been away from for a while.
A time to quit the stuff life and add little sugar to the salt. To the book addict, they might feel caged after some days without stuffs. To the "I just want to pass", it serves as beginning of their freedom.
They will at first subject themselves to what they have been deprived of while busy with stuff. Many want to lay low...you can't just explain how happy they are...
Having been to about two induction ceremonies, I can easily explain that tachycardic feeling of the graduants and strange feelings of myself that keeps making me feel like a patient with cerebral edema.
Every thing will just swell like a loaf of bread about to be baked, with my dopaminergic neurons firing like an epileptic patient. I always wish I go to the auditorium with a carbonic anhydrase inhibitor to suppress the idiopathic intracranial pressure which is always higher than normal.
We just want to see their smiling and good looking faces laced sometimes with make ups, in suits and best dresses; we want to see them take a bow after reciting the Hippocratic oath; we want to see them called Doctors.
Many like myself, will feel we can be better after hearing that a particular senior wins about 14 prizes. Many will say they are ladies, she has full time, she doesn't socialise, bla bla bla just to ease their tension and make their pleasure centre feel okay.
Some thing that should motivate us will later be forgotten when we get to the hostel after going through the left-to-be covered stuffs. The non - book worms stylishly give up and stick to the "I just want to pass" slogan.
Ward round at the school's reception is something we just never want to miss as students. Even if we have to become free food vendors whenever we get to our several hostel rooms...using your jotters to outline every program concerned.
Dear senior, as you can see it is the beginning of a new life, no more M1 S1, Block 1, Block 2 etc...where u have to make selective choices. You have now achieved your future ambition, what is left is how to make a living from it.
Permit me to add this ma / sir, "It is not the size of the arena in which you find yourself that counts; it is what you do with it." Dr. Irene C. Kassorla.
The journey of six years eventually comes to an end...no more no time. A lot of time left to reach out to family and friends who you have been away from for a while.
A time to quit the stuff life and add little sugar to the salt. To the book addict, they might feel caged after some days without stuffs. To the "I just want to pass", it serves as beginning of their freedom.
They will at first subject themselves to what they have been deprived of while busy with stuff. Many want to lay low...you can't just explain how happy they are...
Having been to about two induction ceremonies, I can easily explain that tachycardic feeling of the graduants and strange feelings of myself that keeps making me feel like a patient with cerebral edema.
Every thing will just swell like a loaf of bread about to be baked, with my dopaminergic neurons firing like an epileptic patient. I always wish I go to the auditorium with a carbonic anhydrase inhibitor to suppress the idiopathic intracranial pressure which is always higher than normal.
We just want to see their smiling and good looking faces laced sometimes with make ups, in suits and best dresses; we want to see them take a bow after reciting the Hippocratic oath; we want to see them called Doctors.
Many like myself, will feel we can be better after hearing that a particular senior wins about 14 prizes. Many will say they are ladies, she has full time, she doesn't socialise, bla bla bla just to ease their tension and make their pleasure centre feel okay.
Some thing that should motivate us will later be forgotten when we get to the hostel after going through the left-to-be covered stuffs. The non - book worms stylishly give up and stick to the "I just want to pass" slogan.
Ward round at the school's reception is something we just never want to miss as students. Even if we have to become free food vendors whenever we get to our several hostel rooms...using your jotters to outline every program concerned.
Dear senior, as you can see it is the beginning of a new life, no more M1 S1, Block 1, Block 2 etc...where u have to make selective choices. You have now achieved your future ambition, what is left is how to make a living from it.
Permit me to add this ma / sir, "It is not the size of the arena in which you find yourself that counts; it is what you do with it." Dr. Irene C. Kassorla.
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