Just changes...

It's been oh so very long since I've written, so I thought I'd quickly make a post tonight. Well, a lot of things have been happening in a very short period of time. Big changes happening to a small person like me - but that's life, eh!? It's all for the best, so I don't really mind.

Can't tell you about the big change, but what I can tell you is that I'm going to Madrid on holiday again! Yeepee! The last visit was great, but as it was during Ramadhan and I was fasting, I found myself too tired to properly enjoy our outings. So, I'm going again for seven days this time, to get a better glimpse of the sunny & lovable country.

I start Uni in October and am very excited. Can't wait to see my friends and get into a regular routine again. I'm not quite sure about the workload though. No doubt second year of medicine will bring a load of deadlines, especially with the two SSCs (Student Selected Components) - for which I'm doing something about the Ear and patients with dizziness, we'll have more indepth lectures and will be learning lots of new material too. For sure anatomy and physiology will be much harder.

Last year went by so quickly. I didn't believe the Junior Doctors when they said, they remembered first year as if it was yesterday. 6 years, how could that go like a breeze? With all the stress, long hours and terrifying exams.

It's getting late now. I'd better get ready for bed, besides I've got work tomorrow.

Until next time... be good!

Just.

Haven't written anything in so long so thought I'd give it a go. I've got my MBBS first year exams at the end of this month. Looking at the pile of text books and lecture notes on my desk is pretty depressing. But come to think of it, I was expecting this. I knew what I had gotten myself into... a life time of studying. The constant updating of knowledge as the medical world advances. I'm proud of where I am and how I got here. I still get flash backs of battling with time as an A level student. Sleepless nights thinking of whether my dream of becoming a doctor would ever come true. The tears that I had shed by each rejection of my medical application by my top 3 Universities. I'm so grateful. I almost never made it.
It's like it was yesterday, waiting to be interviewed for the chance of becoming a medical student. I didn't let my nerves get the best of me that day. I made many friends with some of the other candidates who were there, most of whom are studying with me on the course. The interview went well. Obviously. But I remember calling up my mum after and crying. She shockingly asked me what had happened and I replied "Nothing, it was good but... I just want it so badly."
It still hurts when I think of how I almost didn't get in. To cut a long story short; my health form for the Uni got lost in the post and as it hadn't met the deadline, they said that I wouldn't be given priority when they selected candidates on results day. On top of that, they offered me a place for three A's at A2 level. I got AAB. I thought that's it... I'm stuck with doing Biomedical Sciences in East London. My friends who had gotten all A's happily asked me what my results were. When I told them disappointedly, they told me to quickly call up my University as it wasn't too late. I called them up telling them that I was only 1% away from an A and if they could please consider my application. The friendly voice on the other end told me to wait. I waited. Those were the longest 2 minutes of my life. And in those 2 minutes I prayed with all my might. "Congratulations. You're in." Thank you God. It felt like a dream. I still can't believe it. But I'm here now and this is only the beginning of my journey. I still have to reach the top of the mountain... and that would mean going back to revising now. =)