On very rare occasions (where my ego takes a dip) I find myself questioning my decision of taking medicine as my future career line. I cannot be sure of the reason why I chose this path anymore and I certainly don't see myself putting in enough effort to justify being put where I am now.
Seeing as to how my classmates study everyday.
But then again, I'm probably just bored with the monotony of the lecture-lunch-sleep routine everyday. I probably need to get laid or something.
Anyway.
Monday was fairly normal, save for the fact that my laptop went dead while I was using it, taking with it my precious blogpost which (I must add) was not saved by blogspot.com because the world hates me. To further compound the damage, PBL was on the next day and there were still research to be done.
Did I mention the laptop wouldn't restart until I removed the batteries and plugged in the adaptor as well? So picture this: an unportable laptop. Which means my laptop is now a cripple. A retard. Nevermind.
That was yesterday. (my laptop is still a disabled, by the way). My PBL was today, but since the facilitator had to invigilate for an examination it was postponed for 2 hours, therefore I had to miss lunch with teamslut. This time around the group was more relaxed and interacted better, but I still cannot help feeling that some members were being idiots as usual by giving answers that were totally off-topic to the questions posed.
And I went out with Animeslut and the HOMES members with the church's transport minister for supper. Had loads of fun--at least it was better than rotting at home doing nothing.
Classes are cancelled for tomorrow, leaving only the optional PPD lecture on time management. I might be going for it, but only for the First Aid Club's welcoming party and my Case Study group meeting. Until then, I shall continue to nurse my ailing laptop, for without it I shall convulse and die.
