So, a quick update on my life:
|This isn't me btw.|
It’s been great though. It feels good just to be able to read and not feel guilty about it. We had to find a poem about an illness to talk about in class and, naturally, I was trying to find one about depression. I found a book in the main library called “Beyond Bedlam: Poems written out of mental distress.” I sat in the anthropology part of the library for just over an hour and read it from cover to cover. Bliss.
We find out more about the essay we have to write tomorrow. By the sounds of it it’s going to be like English Lit again but I actually don’t mind. I’m looking forward to it. Not so much the presentation part of the module though. We have to choose another poem and do a short presentation then lead a discussion on it. Seems more like they’re examining our teaching skills as opposed to presenting skills.
My group’s really nice though. And I’ve been making an effort and speaking out so it all seems good.
Save the worst till last. We had four exams in January. The pass mark is 50%. I got 80% in Health Services, 73% in Immunology, 52% in Renal and 44% in Cardiovascular. That’s the first exam I’ve ever failed. But you know what, I’m not too fussed. It’s odd really. It didn’t have the effect I thought it would have. Obviously I am upset, I couldn’t be me and not be upset, but considering all I’ve been through in the past 4/5 months the results could have been so much worse. I mean 73% in Immunology! I didn’t even think I would pass. And I have an opportunity to pull them all up in June when we sit the other 60% of the modules. Maybe I’ll get the marks I need to intercalate.