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I firmly believe that medical school is bad for one’s mental health. Everything leading up to final year is pretty alright, then they throw you the huge bomb known was “THE FINALS”. It is quite mad, knowing that everything is dependent on this set of exams. Stress level: C-R-A-Z-Y. I believe I was very close to mental breakdown before and during my written finals in January. The waiting for results is another torture in itself.
In Queen’s there is a tradition… we have a reading of results after our clinical finals. This basically involves names being called out and then whether the person had passed, passed with distinction or passed with honours. If everyone who sat for the clinical finals passed, the person who reads out the names will wear a pair of white gloves. I don’t know where this tradition came from, but it is what happens.
This year, the white gloves made an appearance after 9 years’ absence. All that stress and worry… well, they melted away the moment those gloves appeared. WOOHOO!!!