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Hello Lovelies! I missed y’all too. :*

So… The good news or the bad news?

Meh… I don’t have any good news. The fact that I’m done with my exams would’ve been good news except for the fact that the outcome of my exam (result) is really uncertain/unpredictable and I literally have my heart in my mouth. The thought of resitting any paper scares the shit out of me. Not to talk of the thought of repeating the class. The amount of bullshit I wrote in the exam didn’t even help matters.

I have faith in the same God that helped me pass my Part one physiology; I didn’t make an atom of sense in that paper but I still passed. You see, there’s a God and this God is ‘my God of Part one physiology pros’ that is gonna help me somehow.

More bad news, School resumes on Monday. I’m starting my Basic Clinical Skills (BCS) training. No Holiday. The agony. If I did really well in my exam, I probably won’t be feeling bad about this.

Automatically, Majority of ‘After Pros‘ plans have been put asunder. #Bummer.

Some More Bad News, My Blackberry gave up on me two days ago. Life without quick access to the Internet really sucks. Anyways, goodbye to the struggleberry I’m getting me a new phone that costs less than 20,000 Naira. People that read Kemminy Snickets know why.

In a nutshell, the last two weeks of my life have been two really horrible cum emotional weeks for me. I realized that I’m actually stronger than I think I am because I actually lived through these two horrible weeks. After my Pharmacology paper on Monday the 4th, I made up my mind not to sit for Pathology on Tuesday the 5th. I sat for all my papers even though I was at the brink of giving up. Thank God for good friends.

Part Two Pros/ Second MB/’Path and Pharm’ exam is an experience of a lifetime and I don’t wish for anyone to experience it twice.

I’m going to give a testimony in church on Sunday. I just have to.

So, the next time you see someone that has gone through ‘Path and Pharm’, you have to dobale (____O_) for the person whether the person passed or failed because that Ish is not beans.

I’m off to get some more rest.

Hope I get the zeal to blog and officially appreciate DankarO ShintO and Damilare for my Liebster Award.

Toodles!
xx

PS. I’m still accepting TTGMG posts. Mail kemiwindapo@me.com

Pros.

Professional Exams.

The Big Guy.

MB.

Whatever you choose to call it, it’s one exam with different names.

2nd MB they say is the most difficult exam you can ever write in Med school; scale through and you practically have med school behind you. I can already feel the heat. 2 weeks of exams back to back starting March the 4th.

Before med school, exam time was my favorite time but now that I have exams (incourses) practically every other day, I dread exams.

I wrote my last incourse of the session yesterday. It was in Bacteriology. I don’t wanna talk about it because it happened to be one of the worst exams I’ve ever written. Hope it comes out good.

Earlier this week, incourse results in Pharmacology were released and I got the surprise of my life; I actually did better than I expected. Not excellent. But good. I thank God.
Of the 16 incourses i wrote, my results have been consistent enough and I have 3 unreleased results left.

With all that behind me, It’s on to the big guy. 23 days to prepare for 5 major courses but I’ve used my Friday night to lounge; Been watching Suits, shared a reminiscent moment with Dami, Ayodele, Toyin, Teni and Ruqayyah just after searching for stuff on Dealdey, Looking through Bella Naija weddings and Tiwa Savage’s proposal among other things.

Studying starts tomorrow… Oh I have an Owambe ūüėÄ on Sunday and I plan to make the best use of my time.

Pray for your girl people.
Kisses.
xx

The past few days for me have been horrible! Horrible doesn’t even exactly cut it!

I’ve been living like a lifeless zombie more or less.

They want to kill us!

‘E don be!’

The thing is that this session is supposed to last for 9 months but we’ve spent only 7 of the 9 months and they’re trying to make us write our finals before the stipulated 9 months because the college is running behind schedule.

Making us suffer for the management’s inadequacies.

My present dilemma;

Pharmacology incourse on Monday. They just brought out a list of topics from the previous incourses that are gonna surface in the incourse on Monday. Plain evil.

Microbiology department. We were scheduled to write our third incourse before the second incourse and they just can’t seem to make up their minds. Haphazardness.

Our finals are slated to Start on the 18th of February. That’s a month from today. We’ll be writing incourses till the 14th and the University rules stipulate that we should have at least a week lecture-free before any major exam. We have just 2 working days.
We had to file a petition for postponement because that arrangement is *sigh*
Some people failed to sign the petition. Trust me to sign for them.

Something appears to have died in the AC vents in my class. The stench kills.

LUTH Phenomenon; No Light, No Water, Mosquitoes. Sleepless nights.

With all the incourses in sight, I can’t take my time out to revise for finals.

Some lecturers come to class and disseminate 150 slides in an hour. Not sure what form of lecturing that is.

Community Health Department insists that we prepare presentations for them. Like we don’t have enough on our plates.

Knowing fully well the kind of pressure we are under, some lecturers don’t deem it wise to give us notes.

Some of the ones that give us notes just come to the class to read out their Powerpoints to us like we can’t see or something.
Some others just come to talk to themselves.

I had a spat with a Lab Attendant. She kept on hammering on the fact that I disrespected her because she’s short. Height issues.

They want to kill us!

Field trip to LAWMA. Too pissed to enjoy it because we first went to Lagos Island to pick up ONE person before heading out to the Landfill at Ojota. Waste of my precious sleeping time.

Pharmacology Lab hasn’t ended. Like we haven’t had enough.

I still don’t get the idea behind epithelia. I stay cramming them.

The Lab Reports keep on coming!

On a normal day, when there’s no light, I’ll have gone to charge my phone under the tree at COMPSSA for 50 bucks. Right now, I really don’t care.

I’ve lost all the holiday weight I managed to gain.

No proper sleep. Any sleep is guilty sleep.

Classmates stay oppressing.

I bought a text only to discover it had an e-format afterwards.

I still don’t get histology. All I see is pink. Purple on some other days. The lecturer keeps pointing at Neutrophils, Cancers, calcification and all sorts. I don’t see nothing. Maybe I wasn’t born with histological eyes. Who knows?

I cannot come and die because of book.

Anyhow, I can’t let these few weeks of tiredness and sleeplessness hinder me from greatness.
My driving force right now is the fact that my immediate seniors are already in their 4th year of Med school.

Daddy do it for your girl. Help me overcome these obstacles and let me dump this my Lab Coat in exchange for a Clinical coat.

Tired!
xx

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Guilty Pleasure: something pleasurable that induces a usually minor feeling of guilt. Something that brings pleasure but is considered taboo, unadvisable or lowbrow.

Laziness. My name should be LayZ and Bruno Mars’ Lazy song should be on the list of the the,e music of my life. Being Lazy is actually hardwork to be totally honest. You can’t just be loafing around being irresponsible and still be fine with it. If you have a purpose in life that is. Being lazy hasn’t brought me anything good and I still haven’t changed because even in my laziness, I still get my things done and they almost always turn out well. Its simple; I take my time to do my shit.

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Sleeping. As a medical student, You need at least 32 hours of studying everyday; even though there are only 24 hours in each day. Meaning medical students don't deserve sleep. Kemi sleeps like Jonah. I don’t believe in losing sleep over anything only of its a matter of life and death. Lol. Medicine is a matter of life and death sha. Still, my sleep means a lot to me and I get almost 8 hours of sleep everyday and as much as 10 hours on some good days.

Internet. Once I get on the Internet, there’s no activity that can pull me away. There’s always one thing to download or one thing to look up. Once there’s Internet, something comes up. Even when I was home studying for my pharmacology incourse last week, I was busy downloading things and looking up many things. Internet deprivation is a bad bad thing. So is passworded wifi.

Overeating. it is even counted as a sin but it still doesn’t faze me. I eat like a cow on heat and I still don’t get fat. I’m as skinny as skinny can be. Can you guess where all the fat goes to? Yeah! You guessed right; My abdomen! And trust me, belly fat is anything but pretty. Don’t want to go around looking like I have my bootay in the wrong position. Still! I eat.

Clubbing. You have to let off steam somehow; and I do this by dancing my sorrows away. Even though I dunno how to move neither my two left feet nor my waist to save my life. People like me need alcohol to make us feel like we can do the moonwalk better than Michael Jackson. It works. Alcohol isn’t good for the body as it leads to alcoholic liver disease which predisposes to Hepatocellular Carcinoma. (I’m just showing off; Learnt this yesterday). Anyways, that won’t stop me from visiting the club to dance my sorrows away.

What are your guilty pleasures?

PS. Red wine in certain quantities is good for your heart.

I only get the urge to write med diaries when I’m overwhelmed or when I write a horrible Incourse.

Its a horrible Incourse this time around; Pharmacology Incourse once again.

Those people stay slaying.

God knows that I have never studied for an Incourse the way I studied for this Incourse. I was lackadaisical in studying for the for the first Incourse but this second time around, I put In my heart and my soul (even though I watched small Yoruba film) to study for this Incourse.

I studied all weekend, skipped church, didn’t sleep for up to 6 hours altogether from Saturday till this morning; I dozed a little early this morning so that I won’t snooze in the exam hall. Dassol.

Everything was to no avail. Sadly.

I’m not even as angry as I was when I first came out of the exam hall.

I think I vented all my anger in my Uncle Deolu’s ears. God bless his ears.

My first tweet was: “Gini bu antifungals?!” Which I believe is Igbo for ‘what are antifungals”

The thing is; the pharmacology department is a very haphazard and unorganized department. They’re so disorganized they make Ojuelegba look like Manhattan. There is a course outline they are supposed to abide by but the prefer to start from Exodus, go to Songs of Solomon and come back to Genesis. No sense of organization whatsoever and its highly disgusting.

That aside, the lecturers just come to the class to read their PowerPoints out as if the students dunno how to interpret what the PowerPoints are saying. No interaction whatsoever and usual me; I phase out in such classes and I don’t remember attending any lecture even though I was in all the lectures. And reading through all the notes, everything seemed foreign.

So, I studied for the exam according to the the materials I had. Seeing as I cannot kill myself because of book, I studied everything, made jottings, recalled, tried to memorize, and all what not. At the end of the day everything was all jumbled up in my head. That’s why I don’t even feel bad about crash reading; when I can’t remember something I read about an hour ago, how much more something I read weeks ago. Maybe I’m just too lazy. Who knows?

In today’s Incourse, we had the usual 200 MCQs with the usual minus one negative mark. These people decided to set 25 of 200 questions on a single note which they specifically asked us not to read because that topic was not part of the second incourse. I didn’t even have said note; I didn’t even know we were taught said topic not to talk of being told not to read the said topic. Well, I’m glad it turned out to be a mass something. I’d be crushed to find out that I was the only suegbe.

Even my efficient friends; Bukky and Ife who practically sit down under the lecturers’ nose (I swear you can take saliva samples from them) were affected. It was that bad. These girls are my own personal Linda Ikeji/Google. Anything I need to know. They are choosing to blame our class rep because of the misinformation. They think he’s the one behind global warming too. That serious.

My own grouse is that if I had slept all through the weekend, I won’t have been angry. I mean; of all the things I crammed, how many surfaced? What is the need of studying and studying when you’ll still get murked?

Still on still, Pharmacology department can’t hold me back.

See me Blogging at this time of the night; My mates are busy studying Pharmacology.

We have our pharmacology incourse tomorrow and Its not even smiling. Pray for a sisteh.


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Religion is a really touchy issue especially in a society like ours and if I had a choice, I won’t be blogging about it.

Religion is the belief in and worship of a superhuman/supernatural controlling power.

There are so many religions in this world but I was lucky to be born a Christian.

I believe in one God. Oluwa to me, Chineke to another, Ubangiji, Eledumare, Allah, Osanobuwa, Yaweh, Jehovah, Dieu etc to many others. One God  different nomenclature.

I believe in the story of creation even though I’m science oriented.

I believe in getting to God through Jesus.

I go to church on most Sundays even though that’s not what makes me a¬†Christian.

I can quote bible verses even though it doesn’t make me a better Christian because even the devil is a bible scholar.

I’m saved because I believe Jesus died for me on the cross.

I believe religion and fanaticism are in no way related. Religious fanatics tick me off.

I¬†believe in many things but I don’t believe in worshipping my pastor because he is a man like me. I also don’t believe in donating to buy a private jet for my pastor; some members of the¬†congregation are living below the poverty line and are in need of that miracle.

Pharmacology is clouding my mind.

Forgive my randomness.

xx

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Hey People!
Hope your holiday wasn’t as meatless as mine. I really should have gone out to eat meat tho seeing as I was under the guise of ‘studying for my pharmacology incourse’ which just balled me!

I’m telling you; after the physiology exam I wrote in my first MB, which was from the pits of hell I must add, I have never been so much balled in an exam. Trust me.

I studied. I did. I really did. But these people just chose to be mean!

Amean! First of all; we were given 60 minutes to answer 200 structured questions! (My condolences to the people that came 20 minutes late; Oluwa is involved)

If that wasn’t bad enough, they just had to announce in the middle of the paper that every wrong answer carries a negative mark. Negative marking is like the bane of any med student’s existence. It is such that if you dunno it, just leave it. Its either you know it or you don’t.

A minus half negative mark is bad enough but this pharmacology department felt that the minus half is not potent enough and slapped us in the face with a minus one negative mark. Meaning that for each wrong answer, a mark is subtracted.

The funny people now had to include; “All Questions Must be answered” as one of the instructions. So that I will now be owing them marks abi?

Mscheww.

You know that feeling when you know all hope is lost and you feel rather violated like you’re being anally raped and there’s nothing you can do about it except laugh at your misfortune? Yeah that feeling.

I dunno how my mouth started moving but I started singing; “I want to get HI! Throw my hends in the sky! And you see me passing by don’t be shy to say HI! HI!! HI!!”

Honestly. I was laughing uncontrollably.

One of the female invigalators walked up to me… Biggest mistake. Her skirt and high top combo didn’t help matters at all. I’m sure she was an IT student. What was that?

I just had to humor myself to finish the exam.

At least that is over with; on to the next one.

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