its 12mn in the student lounge and my brain is locking up... i am seriously seriously running out of time. need drugs! drugsdrugsdrugs!
the DM seminar was a kinda shocker for the class. just another reminder of how far we still are from thinking like a clinician. but really no point in complaining or hating Prof Chew. frankly, saying that we are paying customers of the university will not make him dummy down the syllabus to suit our inadequacies. if we fall short of the standards of safe and knowledgeable practice, so be it. i'd rather be in here than get sued outside. maybe our class has yet to experience enough failures in life to realise that success is not everything. its perhaps an overused phrase but whatever doesnt kill you will make you stronger. grammar doesnt flow but im tired and i dont give a rats posterior. but back to point, failures shape a person even more powerfully than successes. its not how you fall but how you pick yourself up and carry on that defines what kinda person you are to me.
an aspect of clinic that has been worring the brotherhood is the potential for blowups between certain of our lab partnerships. according to our estimates, we have about 5 potential pairings with issues... guess everyone is gonna hafta adapt to their lab partners styles to a certain degree. it might mean being willing to accept when your viewpoint is not so clinically feasible or significant. or making sure that you give your lab partner his fair share of time if he's behind and you're ahead. being a bit neater with the tray layout. not freaking out in front of patients while assisting. knowing when to step in and when to step back. all the little common sense things that add up. ultimately, i want to graduate with 33 other classmates of the year of 2007 who are all friends...
Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
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