so fey and so fair
Jul. 30th, 2011 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levityQuestion number fiftysomething of yesterday's written exam went something like this:
I cannot remember the rest of the question. All I know is that I spent about five minutes laughing hysterically into my paper and trying to be quiet about it because other people were taking an exam, for goodness's sake, and I almost do not even care if I fail that exam, because this whole med school business is made worth it just by random Lukas Podolski on the test questionnaire, never mind if his name's misspelled. Lukas. Podolski.
And look, med school may be like going to hell in a Formula One racer, if with more cadavers involved (aside: there are no words for how relieved I was to get to our cadaver during the lab exam. If there have to be words they are: very, very relieved. I doubt anyone who has not dissected a cadaver will get this, how you end up understanding your cadaver (I call him the Patient; I talk to him, sort of, he's a patient), how you know where everything goes, and in the middle of an exam, nothing is better than knowing where everything goes, regardless of what the actual questions were, and this was such a very long aside), and I still don't know what I'm doing here, but then things like that happen, like Lukas Podolski's name on your test questionnaire, or looking at your groupmates and all of you saying at once that yup, how you skinned your cadaver's leg made it look a bit like shawarma, or staying at a classmate's condo till past midnight trying to get something done, or carrying a bag of bones around and making stupid "I'm armed well no technically I'm legged" jokes with friends while waving femurs, and getting up in the morning seems like something a sane reasonable person would do, and I am apparently not very good at being either, but I kind of want to try.
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Med school's also kind of the wrong sort of time to find out that the person can exist for whom fireworks go off when they enter a room, but whatever, no timelines.
Lucas Podolski, German attacker, attempted a bicycle kick and collided with a teammate, falling to the ground on all fours-
I cannot remember the rest of the question. All I know is that I spent about five minutes laughing hysterically into my paper and trying to be quiet about it because other people were taking an exam, for goodness's sake, and I almost do not even care if I fail that exam, because this whole med school business is made worth it just by random Lukas Podolski on the test questionnaire, never mind if his name's misspelled. Lukas. Podolski.
And look, med school may be like going to hell in a Formula One racer, if with more cadavers involved (aside: there are no words for how relieved I was to get to our cadaver during the lab exam. If there have to be words they are: very, very relieved. I doubt anyone who has not dissected a cadaver will get this, how you end up understanding your cadaver (I call him the Patient; I talk to him, sort of, he's a patient), how you know where everything goes, and in the middle of an exam, nothing is better than knowing where everything goes, regardless of what the actual questions were, and this was such a very long aside), and I still don't know what I'm doing here, but then things like that happen, like Lukas Podolski's name on your test questionnaire, or looking at your groupmates and all of you saying at once that yup, how you skinned your cadaver's leg made it look a bit like shawarma, or staying at a classmate's condo till past midnight trying to get something done, or carrying a bag of bones around and making stupid "I'm armed well no technically I'm legged" jokes with friends while waving femurs, and getting up in the morning seems like something a sane reasonable person would do, and I am apparently not very good at being either, but I kind of want to try.
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Med school's also kind of the wrong sort of time to find out that the person can exist for whom fireworks go off when they enter a room, but whatever, no timelines.
