The tweet read: “don’t let anyone motivate you otherwise. Medical school is hard”! I couldn’t agree more. Except that I wished I had seen the tweet 6 years ago, maybe I would already be working as a journalist or lawyer or any of the three things I wanted to become when I was 14. Unlike the familiar stories you’ll hear in medical school, medicine wasn’t a childhood dream for me. It was not even a choice until the last minute. Heads up: This is a four-page MS Word document. It's a mid attempt to condense my six-year medical school experience into understandable words. So grab a seat and some food, and let's get this party started! Myth #1: You have to love Science to be a doctor I can confidently tell you that my best subject all through my six years as a high schooler was the English language. I still believe it is. I like Literature as well. I love words and how writers weave them, and I found these miles more interesting than Punnett's square in my Biology textbook. W
The thought of writing came to my head one week to this day as I took a shower. Birthday celebrations have never been my cup of tea while growing up. In fact, there are no pictures of a first or second birthday party in the family photo album. I used to fear the camera flash until I was 3, my mom said. Twice in primary school, I remember my mom bringing a birthday cake and dress to school, unknowing to me. I would leave home to school like a normal day and hoped no one, either at home or in school, remembered what day it was. I played this game until I was 8. Inside a shopping bag were my best denim skirt and white blouse that I always reserved for "special" occasions (of which my birthday was not included by the way). The cake was baked in a rush, you could tell. The second time, I was 10. There had been a function at home over the weekend. So, it was a perfect time for anyone to forget that it was my birthday. I went to school on Monday,
Valentine is just around the corner, couples are being nicer to each other, the red and white outfits are being ordered, the flower shops are restocking, jewellery shops will have increased sales, and just about everyone will be happy because it is the month of Love. There is a crude generalization that children born in November are usually products of Valentine's night. This is as funny as it is witless! During a discussion of the silly statement above, I was asked, "is premarital sex okay"? While I lolled in a chair, I almost choked on my coffee. I wasn't prepared for such a question at seven a.m. Here you go. When I think about sex, morality, religion, and medicine are the parameters that come to mind. Sex is between two people, a man and a woman, or otherwise. But in the traditional society we live in where heterosexual relationships are given priority, the consequence(s) of sex (in this case premarital) is mostly borne by the woman partner. Now l
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