Running late for all possible morning lectures (or not going at all), dying for the class to dismiss because it's challenging to stay awake and look interested for longer, looking around for those sleeping so they can have their picture uploaded on Facebook, reserving yourself a seat in the library so you can stand outside in peace and still have a place to study in case you change your mind, sharing gossip over lunch with a couple of know-it-all friends, bitching about everybody turn by turn, finding a parking spot closest to the building door, grumbling about the awful canteen food and the no-fun menu, buying a tiny cup of coffee at the local 'tapri', studying together so you can sadistically feel better, cursing those whose exam dates end before yours, avoiding people searching for reviews post practicals, using too much Twitter during bad stressful days, laughing at unnecessary awkward moments, wondering why we chose to be Doctors after being embarrassed in a viva.
It felt like it sucked being a student...turns out, it didn't.
To my college, my not-so-little family and to all the memories we created over so many years of Med School...Cheers!
