Hello People. Well, people who read this anyway. People who I haven't actually mangaed to bore away yet.

So yes, hello people. Congratulations are in order. And since I am a vain, self-indulgent, self obsessed freak/ass, of course I am congratulating myself and not you. And dup dup da dup, da da da daaaaa.... I made it... to Final year of Med school. It was a long long loooooonng journey. And I am finally here. And my phone's working again (I can use my crummy dial-up again), so all you peeps can come back, cuz I'll try to post more often. Now there. Don't you all just love me :D

So yeah, did I mention I made it to final year? Well, yeah I did. There I was doing my happy chicken dance, celebrating to my heart's content, when reality decided, in a much too sordid way, that I had to be stopped. That's when it actually hit me.

Final Year.

Not to be chicken danced through. The first two days taught me that. My books weigh a ton. The teachers all apparently teach in french, cuz I can't understand a single word they say. The cherry topping arrived as military orders to start shadowing a designated Surgeon from 10:45 am sharp till whatever time we pass out from sheer exhaustion. Ok, so the last part was slightly untrue; they make sure we are exhausted to that point but let us go before we pass out. It's a hospital, for God's sake people. What impression does it leave if they see future doctors passing out. So that's when we troop out to our cars and try not killing anybody on the road, on our drive back home.

So yeah, basically, the joke’s on us. Us happy troopers are not so happy anymore. No more friends. No more bitching sessions. No more hang outs. No more anything.

Something tells me this is going to be a long long lonnnnng year. Sigh.