I know it is childish and immature and mean and probably even a bit rude.
I know that this probably shows that I have some underlying psychosis and therefore starting third year with Neuro (which includes a Psych block) is probably the best thing that will happen to me this year as it will help me diagnose what is wrong with me.
I know all this but I still can’t help it.
Since about ten minutes ago.
I got a phone call from one of my mentees…
Mentee: Oh my goodness, MedicalRose, I just want to die!
Me: Woah, calm down, tell me what’s wrong.
Mentee: I just can’t believe it, it’s so unfair!
Me: What are you talking about? Wait…you didn’t fail something last year, did you? Because I triple-checked the marks-board before I told you your results, so if they’re telling you that you have to redo something I will fight that because the board said you passed!
Mentee: Um, okay. I passed, that’s not the issue.
Me: Oh. Why do you want to die then?
Mentee: Because I have to be here, in class, ON THE THIRD OF FREAKING JANUARY!!!
That’s when I started laughing.
Because, come on, I remember so clearly the way that I felt exactly a year ago, sitting in that lecture hall, fuming at the thought that all my friends were probably sleeping in as I listened to a diatribe on the dangers of smoking (or something).
I’ve been there. Done that. Got the seven-module battle scars.
So I couldn’t help but laugh at her, because I remember it so clearly. Has it really been a year? Feels like a lifetime ago.
Anyway, I imparted some words of encouragement and promised I would walk her through some tips when I get back this Sunday to begin classes on the ninth. I tried to be grown and wise and sound sage between my fits of laughter, but I doubt she felt that way.
Anywho, one of my goals for the new year (I don’t do resolutions because I usually don’t fulfill them, and the word goal sounds so much more focussed) is to start being much more mature about things.
Especially since I am an official third year student (whoop! Whoop!) and I’ll be spending about half of this year in hospital (Whoop! Whoop!) and this means I have to come across like a capable levelheaded adult at least 50% of the time.
So I am going to do the mature thing and wish all my lovelies all the best for the new academic year! I know you can do it and I trust that you will.
You’d better anyway, because if you start failing I might get fired.
Ah, yes. My first years are second years. They grow up so fast.