Found this post I didnât post last year so Iâm posting it now:
âWild life of a med studentâ
Teacher*puts some physiological salt on our hand*
Me*thinks: do not lick it*
Friend at another table: Can we lick it?
Me: thank you for asking that!!!
Teacher *talks about exam the following week*: so I know that the exchange (or bourse) does not exist. But if such a thing existed I would look there for types of questions you may expect on the test.
Me*tries not to laugh and fails miserably*
For those who donât know or did not get it, exchange is basically a database of questions from tests of the previous years. It is technically an illegal practice (because you canât take pictures of the tests) but some do it and professors ofc donât officially about it (because we all know they did the same damn thing when they were our age)
Me*learns weâre working with rat brains*: giddy noises
Me an friends *made the homogenate from the brains*
Teacher: now that we made this from our rats
Me *thinks*: OUR (that bugs bunny meme un my mind shows up)
How are other students able to date anyone? Especially first two years. Or even better, have kids? I am not saying itâs bad or anything just⊠how do they find time for that?
âNormalâ person during Halloween: *goes trick or treating, to a party, dresses up, watches scary movies etc.*
Med students from Forensic Sciences and Adults psychiatry student science circles: *talk about serial killers, which of our hometowns has the most crime, talks about so called âbeast actâ, etc*
For those who donât know or donât understand from the context: the so called, (named by media, translated by me, not sure if correctly) âbeast actâ is a legal act about what to do with people who suffer from mental disorders, but who also commited a serious act of crime (serial killers, rapists etc), people, who cannot be let back into the society again.
Teacher: do not ignore biochemistry
Friend: I only want to be a orthopedist
One guy during a lesson: *plays that game where you have to infect the whole world with a virus*
There is this weird, sheer dumb luck some people have some times
So I hate being late. Like really really hate it. In three years of being at uni there was one time (quite recently) where I overslept really bad for the lessons (i slept through the alarm and woke up 15 minutes before first class which was 8 a.m.)
Me: welp, I suppose there is no way I get there on time. How do I catch up the lesson again?
Me *calls my dad*: please kill me, I overslept
Me *calls the taxi, dresses up, packs the backpack*
Me *knocks and opens the door; sees the professor*: good morning. I slept through the alarm. Can I come in or do I come later and catch up with another group?
The professor: come in. You are lucky there wasnât a test today.
Me: if I had a nickel every time I get up late and manage to get to the same lesson with the same guy âon timeâ, I would have teo nickels. Which is not much, but it is weird that it happened twice
Little info on that: idk about other universities, but in mine there is something we call a âpassâ itâs a small test on the tooic we will be studying on a certain lesson, to see how well we were prepared and it often decides (partially) if we are allowed to take the final exam; also, I live 20 minutes by car (in the morning hours) away from the uni, so getting there in less time, is a bug luck, given that in that time I had to also call the taxi, dress up etc; also, there is sth we call âstudent 15â as in- 15 minutes the student could be late without consequence (though it doesnât always work like that)
There is this one gay teacher who is teaching alchemy. My dad is his boss (sorta).
One guy: *tells him that someone was supposed to be late and itâs getting longer*
That teacher: well, fresh blood is great for skin care
The late person: *enters in the same moment*
My brother (med, year 1) bought 3 pig hearts so he can study for anatomy
The amount of memes we all have about out professors, epsecially that one guy who looks like a character from a tv/movie ecranization of one of the books we have to read for high school
There is also another teacher, who has eyes that, when he looks like you, you feel like heâs looking straight into your soul.
Got to finally drink physiological salt during labs!!! Yay!!! Ocean water was still worse btw
This year, every time I think Iâm going to be late I write on the group chat about it so they let the teach know. And every single time I do it, I am somehow on time. And that one time I do not, I am late.
That one time I had lesson with my dad, and he asked a question to which I knew the answer because he taught me this before (du-uh), and he immediately went: ladies and gentlemens, this is my daughter, she already heard of that. It was hard to keep shut up afterwards, to let others answer, because I already knew the question but also knew that others deserve the chance too
About having dad at uni, I love asking students that donât know me but had lessons with him, what they think of him. Most of them find him to be a good teacher btw, which I am happy to hear
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