Running Amok !
Thought 1 : “ Will I ever be able to do it? Was I making a blunder? Would I be able to endure the five and a half yearlong agony? Wouldn’t I be totally out of place? What am I going to do after that?” Thought 2 : “Never underestimate yourself. Five and a half years is a long spell. Will probably never end. I would have figured something out by then.” Thought 2 overshadowed Thought 1 and I ended up in medical school. With those five and a half years behind me now, (well, almost) I was reflecting on some of the moments I had spent as an undergraduate, that I had never anticipated of while having thoughts 1 or 2. - Pushing everybody in sight, scampering down two flights of stairs from the lecture hall, every morning to reach the dissection hall before the others, to grab hold of a good spot to see the cadaver being cut up. - Washing the heart specimen under a tap (it was full of clots!) - Burrying the ‘strange organ’ ( I think it was the spleen) within the depths o...