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.
|This moth has nothing to do with exams, but how cute!|