In life, everyone tends to look at what’s right in front of them, never really considering how it got there. We look at a rich man and all we see is his wealth, we don’t see the blood, sweat and tears in the past, fuelling his present state. In the same way, we look at how blessed and rich our doctors are but never really consider the numerous sacrifices they made, the time they spent and the sufferings they endured to become the very beings that save lives every day. Well, I’m here to tell you their side of things, from my point of view.
Ah, it’s been almost a month since I resumed school and it has just been class after class. Spending 3 hours straight sitting on that uncomfortable plank of a chair has made me desire to spend all day at home, alas, I’m a good child, and I can’t skip class. I suppose that we’re a bit fortunate though compared to other courses, at least I don’t have to write tests and carry out presentations and practicals so often….yet. So I guess I should enjoy this bit of freedom before it vanishes. Freedom or not, it is our fate to rush and stuff several textbooks of knowledge into our brains.
Basically, in 2-3 months’ time, we’re all supposed to be walking encyclopaedias filled with the knowledge of The Lower limb, Upper limb, Thorax, Blood and body fluids, Embryology of the body, Histology of connective tissue and several other topics. Anytime, I look at my text books, I constantly question my existence at that point in time; Where am i? Who am I? What am I doing here? And the practical class, the endless drawings I have to remember, the slides I have to observe, the dissections. Truly, only the resilient of minds can conquer this course.
Speaking of practical, I remember before we went on an unnecessary 2 month break, we were told to draw a microscope and label its parts. Unfortunately, the Covid-19 pandemic occurred and we went on our unexpected year long holiday, who would be concerned with a microscope. Well, I was but as they say, “procrastination is a theft of time” so I ended up not drawing anything at all. So, imagine my plight when we began practical classes and everyone suddenly remembered that we had to draw a microscope. I for one don’t like too much trouble so I smartly drew my microscope that early morning. It was beautiful, if I do say so myself. Feeling proud with myself, I cheerfully stepped into the lab that day.
Anyway, despite the fact that some of us had drawn our microscopes, we all tacitly decided not to mention anything about it. All was well and good, our hearts were settled when the practical introduction was almost over and we were given the assignment which was to be submitted later. Imagine our dismay when some wise guy decided to ask if we could submit the microscope that we had already drawn. You could practically hear the gnashing of teeth and I wondered if the glaring eyes that settled on him felt like needle pricks. Fortunately for the guy, our coordinator didn’t create a fuss and answered his question positively but seriously, if you think about it, the answer was pretty obvious. There was really no need for him to set a target on his back.
I think I should stop here for today because I am very sure I would talk endlessly on this and I still have to read. Well, in all, all’s well that ends well.