Farewell!

Tomorrow, the last day of 6 tiring years, a lot of memories to take, a lot you wish you would forget. It wasn’t long ago when getting to final year seemed ages away, and here we are at the finish line, uncertain, happy to leave university and to face a fresh new challenge yet sad to leave all those who have been our friends through thick and thin, through those terrible pre-viva syndromes and post result euphoria and those who understood us more than anyone else when we talked medicine.

It is not the big days you’ll miss, it is those regular days that start out normal, and those are the big ones. From anatomy sub-stages, to boycotts, the time when we were the only ‘exhibits’ in the ‘museum’, to those never ending histology practical classes, the pharma that went above your head, the pathology you wished would be a lot more interesting than our teachers made it, the paediatrics maams you wish you never see again and then the histories you wrote a night before the test and ended up making it P4 G5, the texting in lectures and talking when you know the teacher is so looking at you.

It’s hard to imagine, yet appealing to experience the life ahead, with no bus to catch, no class to bunk and no one to blame when you score low, where blaming the system won’t be a good enough excuse. So are you ready? To be accountable to yourself, to be responsible for every move you make, to shape your future.