stolen colours

Friday was the last day of the last posting of my undergraduate career; it was also the last day that my current clinical group stood as a CG, but I was hardly surprised to find that I had no sentimental feelings about it whatsoever.

Monday marks the last activity (a written test) as an undergraduate before the exams start in 2 weeks.

Friday was also 22/2/08, the last day of existence of the Houseman Canteen at EssGeeH. I was pleased to find a feature article on its demolition in The New Paper earlier this week; and happier to learn that the stalls will be relocated within the hospital campus within this year.

I’m currently quite worried about a few things:
1) the state of my revision *****

2) the erosion of my clinical skills by the time the clinical exams arrive (after ALL THE THEORY PAPERS! WOE!)

3) the constant strike put up by my memory cells. (I’m sorry, hippocampus, but I need to wake up early to beat the ERP so you’re not getting enough sleep.)

4) not having enough green and black clothes (my lucky colours) for each day of the exam.

I think points 1-3 should be common amongst my classmates, except for the brilliant handful who make it to the dean’s list each year.

I think I’ll hit the library from next week onwards. The bad thing is that, unlike previous years, I have too many books that I need to refer to now, argh.