Nuts.

First week of Year 4 of med school. And most of the time it went like this.

Me: Salam/hello/selamat pagi, saya Hannah pelajar perubatan kat sini, blablablablabla…
Victimhariini: Oh, student ke? Tahun berapa?
Me: Tahun emm..paat..?

Truly, it’s a bit scary to admit that you’re a fourth year. Which means that you’ll probably be graduating in a year and a half, if all goes well. A year and a half to turn into professional doctor material, which I am not.

Med school for me is just another school. I don’t have delusions of becoming The World-Renowned Clinician, unlike some. Truthfully, I never wanted to be one. I like medicine, but only the science part of it. I’m still making up my mind whether I should finish my housemanship when I graduate or just default and go where my interests lead me. Which are research, lab work, and NO PATIENT CONTACT WHATSOEVER. Oh, and also to start my own karaoke booth so I can sing to my heart’s content. “Boss mana? Bilik 3246, rock hari ni.” Haha.

Med school is also figured in my mind as ‘the last chance to milk Papa’s bank account dry’.

Anyway, my first week in Gynae in UMMC. Got introduced to Group 11 & 12. Still have mixed feelings about the group. I like the individuals in it, but I don’t feel the awesome group dynamics we had in Group 4. Right now it sorta feels like I’m a member of four different groups, which I really really don’t like. At all.

I may not be a very vocal person, but I don’t like it when you pen me somewhere just because of who I am, like kambing.

Makes me feel like jumping up during tutorial and sing this song:

Ass-smacking and en-pointe twirling included.

Hope next week will be better