Hello there! I wrote an article for Nigeria Campus Connect. You can check out their blog too for more good articles from writers in other universities. Anyway, I decided to put this up here too because I love you all too much or that it’s probably better than everything else I’ve posted here. Enjoy.
17-09-2015 17:35 GMT+1
I’ve just resumed a new posting. By the time you get to read this, I’ll probably be unto another one. This is my life now, measured in seven or eight-week intervals. I even think of events relative to how many postings they are away from me. If you told me your birthday was in December, I’d be more inclined to say “That’s during Surgery 2.” than saying “Oh wow, that’s around Christmas”. Heck, Surgery 2 means no Christmas for me this year, again.
I must say that I don’t like medical school a lot. Even though that’s not the point, it’s somewhat beside it, giving it life, fortifying it, maybe it’s the soul of the point. Ironically, the only reason I chose medicine was that it was deemed too tough for the simple-minded, or at least, it was tough to gain admission into. Hence, it presented itself as an early opportunity for some of us to distinguish ourselves, or so we thought. There was also the side reason of a supernatural calling or a more than superficial yearn to come to the needs of the helpless; but that only adds to our braggadocio, more vanity, more to our portfolio of being fundamentally different.
Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why – Hunter S Thompson. This is a sidebar feature to every medical student as he finds his way through one exam and moves on to his next, hoping that at the end of it all, that he finds the right environment to harness his profuse talent, to demonstrate what’s so special about him.
Watching the average medical student over time and with an intentional eye for detail, what becomes abundantly clear is a strange air of inner conflict between a student who wants to be adored yet should rebel against the temptation of pride. A person who wants the spotlight, yet resists the scrutiny. A figure who is groomed to be the leading man yet must embrace the tenets of teamwork. Most of all, a person who wants to enjoy his youth but must dampen all forms of social proclivity. More than anything else, however, there is an obvious relationship between the student and the course that appears more at times built to insulate him from impartial examination; puts him in a bubble that camouflages him with a cult of oomph, personality and nostalgia. His apparent shortfall – or shortchange – of social skills is the kink of his grand design.
Last year had seemed to be more of a last chance saloon for me – pass this exam and all wrongdoings of the past will be forgotten. But here I am, again bothered over the next exam, albeit being one year away (well, it’s just 6 postings away too). It’s pretty easy to foresee a strange tale that is sure to have more turns than a corkscrew and is going to become very complicated over the next few months that everybody involved would have to deal with a breakdown, physical and nervous, soon; whilst raising the levels of diligence as color-coded alert status tilts to red.
To say that other people have passed means that there isn’t much to worry about is the laziest narrative in the marketplace of ideas at the moment. The typical medical student is the rarest, productive villain carried to near-perfect precision while done in by his own excesses whereas my kind can be largely defined as frustratingly untapped potential with limited clarity into what truly motivates me. We – me and the typical medical student – are both complex, but we are not the same.
There is absolutely no question at all – even now in these weeks of relative calm, watching the shoreline recede into the sea as the tsunami mounts from murky depths – that this exam will be ground shaking. This kind of savage reality may be too much for some of us stuck on figuring out why we really are here. But for most of our lives, the key and driving point has been a deep belief that we are addicted to overcoming, at any cost, because we were born to survive it all.
Middle ground, school-boy malfeasance, youthful exuberance, wild nightlife didn’t interest us and is better left for misfits in search of a trade. We were in search of discipline, work ethic, responsibility and larger-than-life. This has led us to discover that the typical medical student is “some high powered mutant never even considered for mass production, too weird to mix with society but too important to be left out”.
Okay, I admit “School Spirit” shouldn’t be the title but “Furor Medical School” didn’t sound really appealing. Also Kanye West has a song named “School Spirit” so… Thanks for reading. Don’t forget to follow the blog.