Line in the Distance

There is a reason why you don't know some people in your year because you have nothing in common. This is unlikely to change on August 1 when work (courtesy of the MTAS lottery)starts.

She would love to say she will miss medical school but she knows none of the readers are wearing nappies and they can read between the lines. She jests, she wishes someone had told her the brutal honest truth. Oh nobody told you about the vampire like transformation of medics once final year and job applications start? Maybe she exaggerates to entertain.

Seventy eight days since she last ventured out in a genuinely fun capacity, blurry eyed from watching countless lectures, mentally and physically exhausted she will drag her bottom over the damn finishing line. Why? She is not about to see years of training (which she would describe as top class if it were) go down the drain. She will be the happiest person when she finishes because she survived all the crap including the backstabbing and competitiveness.

Don't get her started on Rihanna. Can the radio stations stop the torture? It stopped being funny an album ago. I have a whole host of hot new albums in my sights when the exams are over: Amel Larrieux, Anthony hamilton, Ba Ra, Carl Thomas, DJ Jazzy Jeff, Maroon 5, Musiq and Ne-Yo.