Strange how once upon a time, like 3 years ago, I was writing about my faculty which doesn’t believe in giving breaks in between final examination papers. Back then typing out bombastic microorganism names and dental terms were cool. Whining about exams and how stressed I was used to be safer. It was a better option than voicing out the truth that I didn’t sweat as much I claimed I did. I didn’t study 24/7 like my other classmates. Of course my marks were pretty average, unlike many others, but I was content.
I’m sitting for the first mega final paper of my degree course in 5 hours time. So, this is it? Two years of pre-clinical and three years of clinical experience – and it’s down to 3 hours of a cumulative assessment paper. This is going to determine how competent each one of us are. If I happen to misdiagnose a recession and state an incorrect flap surgery, I can’t turn back and say no, I don’t have enough clinical exposure yet. Life is strange. Knowledge is undervalued. Rather, we run after A’s and gold medals. Only that, I can’t use the similar argument with my mom and win it. Teacher mothers are the hardest to please. Though they are the most dedicated one you could find.
Rats, all the best. Pour your heart out. Two written papers, one practical and a viva. You’re about this close.