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Exams ….. They put a lot into perspective.

They are sort of like death in this way.

You know the flash back you get when you hear that your great-granddad died? Everything about your last meeting with him rushes into your mind like a stream gushing from under a rock. For a moment you remember where you met, what he was wearing, what you talked about and all.

Well, I recently found out that exams are like this too!

Last week I had the ……er…..great …. misfortune of having to give my send up examination for the prof.

Looking at the paper completely covered with questions on both leaves made me realize what I bad student I really am. Instead of remembering the answer to the question, what would pop in my mind would be the silliest incident that happened the day we originally read the topic! ... Bummer!!!! What the h#### was I supposed to do with the incident? ....write it down and give it in the form of a journal to my teachers? ...that would really have helped! I would have been kicked out of med school before you could say kwashiorkor!

Don’t believe me yet? Well let me show you!

Q1. What is the composition of gastric juice?

The rather balding, rotund figure of Dr. Sh popped in, trying to make himself heard over all that din!

Q2. Write down about the synthesis of thyroid hormones?

Dr.NY  flirting with the pretty girls of the class! Hmmm…..

Q3. What are the different types of taste buds? Give their location and structure.

Dr. Fr pulling out his tongue and showing us the locations! :)

Q4. Explain the role of cerebellum in maintain balance.

Dr.Physio demonstrating by walking to the back of the class with his eyes closed, and tripping over an extended leg! ......... er ……..it was probably an accident!;)

No wonder I could barely keep a straight face in the exam! :) :) :)

of course all of this is very beneficial if you want to write a blog about the all the idiotic things teachers do, but not very helpful when you’re trying to remember the steps of B- oxidation and all that pops in your mind is that there was a fly stuck in the projector screen that day, which got magnified to the size of the whiteboard!

Then there were some questions which left me feeling ……. Er…… blank!

I guess I was asleep in those lectures!

Let's Crawl..........

I hate lizards! .... In fact I’m scared to death of them! Honestly ask my mom, she'll verify it!


Actually it’s all her fault that I'm scared of Lizzies as M2 calls them. You see the gene which transcribes for whether you'll be scared of a certain *animal* is present on the X- chromosome! And my mom being dead scared of lizards herself passed this gene on to me.

The Result...........i can't stay in a room with even a hint of baby lizard!!!

Take yesterday for instance, this huge and I really do mean HUGE LIZARD was attending our physio lecture. It probably wanted to learn about the Special Senses too! You know to sharpen up those staring reflexes and that tongue thing!

So now I had two objects to keep me on tenterhooks! Dr. Physio and the “student Lizzie” Unfortunately like me it soon grew tired of learning about “The Sense of Smell” and decide to venture to the back of the class to check the time! Hypnotised, my eyes followed its course till i was turned back in my seat staring at the back wall!

Dr. Physio, who’d been engrossed in his slides for the past half hour, suddenly roused himself and saw me staring reverently at the Lizzie!

........well what was to be expected? I was unceremoniously thrown out of class with my books till I learn how to behave like a professional student! GAH! He should have thrown out the stupid lizard! I need my attendance for the exams! The Lizzie doesn’t! .........talk about unfair!

So i headed home aka hostel and decided to while away the free time by catching up on my sleep! Lo behold! When i entered my room, what did these eyes of mine see??????

Have a guess............

Mama, Papa and Baby lizard were all having a picnic above my bed! Their looks of disdain clearly showed that they were highly offended by the ruckus I was making. So i meekly backed out of my room, locked the door and ran down the stairs screaming for the Exterminator!