I deserve an
award at this point. I’m thinking maybe
it could be a cone with a crown-sized diameter?
Maybe big black letters could spell DUNCE vertically up its seam? And I can wear my award while I sit on a too-short
stool in the corner. And maybe I can
snivel a little.
I am a
thoroughly horrible blogger. Or at least
I have been this term. I look back at my
blog and shake my head woefully. I am
just the worst, especially for those family members who are not linked in to
networking sites like Facebook. At least
I answer messages on Facebook. At least
I let my family and friends back home know that I am still existing somewhere
tropical and occasionally partaking in ridiculously fun activities. For anyone whose news of me and Ivan is
strictly limited to this blog, I hope you’ll forgive me and have, during my
intermittent absence, learned of our wellbeing through word-of-mouth. Now enough of this; I am the blog dunce and
it’s time to move on.
I see that
my last post was from the beginning of May.
So I’ll try to take up from there.
First, second and fifth term medical and all vet students had their
finals around the middle of May. (Keep
in mind that third and fourth terms are paired together since third term is
only about a month and a half long.) So
it was about that time that we said goodbye to a lot of people, some of which
we won’t be seeing again for a long time and some we won’t be seeing again ever. This, of course, is when I become most
grateful for the limitless applications of the Internet and its promise that
distant friends will be more than just memories.
While
other students were knocking out their finals, Ivan and his fellow fourth term
students were taking their second pathology midterm, CPD midterm and
microbiology final. After the pathology
midterm, Ivan came home uncharacteristically dejected and, after a quick walk
around campus, we found he was hardly alone in his disappointment. Medical school is a far cry from the
undergraduate experience. It is
considerably more taxing, physically, emotionally and monetarily (there’s no
point in leaving out the cost—it adds to the stress and expectations these
students already manage). So it’s not
really all that uncommon to see students cracking under the pressure—even just
a little. When we walked past the
throngs of fourth termers exiting the path exam, I could barely hear a breath
being taken in between the cursing.
Needless
to say, we were pleased when the grades were released and Ivan did better than
expected.
He has
since completed his nutrition class and is now just taking pathology and
CPD. He spends roughly twelve to
thirteen hours a day on those two classes and still runs the risk of falling
behind.
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| This moth has nothing to do with exams, but how cute! |
