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Monday, October 02, 2006

So today, while I was in line alone at RM3.50 (a nice chap fan place where 3 dishes = RM 3.50), I got recruited to go to another makan place with some friends from my posting, family medicine. Went there, ordered wa-tan-hor (which subsequently became tapaued because of horrible stomach queasiness) and listened to them talk. They talk mostly in chinese dialects, so there I was slowly trying to follow conversation and pick up things here and there.

Seremban is a small town. A group of people came in who had IMU tags and were identified as being some of our seniors. One of them looked a lot like an acquaintance in M1/04, who sadly failed an exam and had to repeat the semester. She didn't pass the second time, and so she didn't make it through (so I discovered today).

So when she walked in part of the table was amazed and started whispering among themselves. One of them said it couldn't be her, and when she turned to face us we knew it wasn't her. The others were discussing what happened to her.

Her story came out today, about her failing the second time through. I'd like to say that people were sympathetic and sad that she didn't make it, but...

'Hopeless. Just hopeless,' one of the people at the table said empathically.

I'm disappointed to say that I can't.

I can't help but wonder - she's is just like any of us. We're all here to study medicine and we're all trying our best. Do you doubt that she was trying any less than you were? Than any of us there were?

So we're not as good as you, so what? So some of us will pass, some of us will fail. The least you could be is sympathetic towards the person and the idea that some of us will fail.

I wonder, dear friend, if one day, should I fail... should I leave the course for any other reason...

Will you say the same about me?

I'm trying. I really am.

I'm trying.

-ionie
Now playing - God Knows, Hirano Aya

2:22 AM

posted by Shiawase 



It is truly alright.