As the days grow ever longer the realisation of how different the lives of 'normal' students are from our own grows ever clearer. We had 6 hours of seminars this week (par for the course for some degrees) and got home to find that we still had enough energy to do something productive and didn't smell of the hospital (ill people, MRSA and stale wee). Being allowed to organise your own life and do work when you want has come as a bit of a shock.
Yesterday evening Jeffers, Beth and I went to a 1920s party (just for your information, people with curves ie me don't look all that good in 1920s style things) and we didn't have to worry about being tired on placement or being up before the dawn chorus. For lunch today (on a weekday no less) Mim, Beth, Jonesy, Katie G, Bryoney and I are going to the park for a picnic and then to look round the castle. A trip round the castle has been something everyone has been meaning to do since 1st year but has never had time for.
For any arts students out there saying "yes we do have 6 hours contact time a week but we do have to do lots of reading so it's not all fun and games" er, it really is, a book can be read in the park, in the evening on the sofa, at a time that suits you. Consultants has this really bizarre habit of wanting you in on time for 8am ward rounds and then want you to see patients during the day.
I'm actually in quite a good mood this morning, I sat down to write about our planned outing and instead have written a diatribe against the world, the medical school and arts students. Sorry about that.
I'm going away all weekend again leaving Mim in the house with two very stressed dental students; will they survive? Will the imp return from his holidays with Vix's photos? Will someone be found to do my creche duty on Sunday? Will I find Amport House safely? Why is it exactly that it takes 2 years to return coursework marks yet intermediate MB exam results can be turned round in less than a week? The answers my friends are blowing in the wind, the answers are blowing in the wind.
Fran (in case you hadn't worked that out earlier)
3 comments:
Truly funny, great read, couldn’t put down, rollr coaster of emotions! Taking though gladness, self abasement, bitterness and left with suspense (what happened to the photos? /imp?). Seriously you should write for some verbose and pretentious magazine, ‘UK heritage or Tate art ’.
Your talents may be being squandered by restricting yourself purely to medicine. keep relaxing,
Love. Dayo (the love is strictly platonic)
P.s. u looked alright at the 20s evening, (have I crossed the dubious payn a complement line! My bad)
pps food?
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