A WEEK IN HISTORY
One of my least favorite things to do is cross the road. This time last year, I was hit by a vehicle and broke my hip and one of my legs. I was in the hospital for some weeks, and also had to spend a few months at home. HOSPITAL The first thing I remember is pain: the worst pain I had felt in my life, when a doctor worked to immobilize my broken leg. Later, my sister told me she had never heard me scream that way, and I don’t even recall screaming. It was mostly a painful blur. The first days were filled with so much uncertainty. I…
I’m Upset (Not the Song by Drake)
Good morning. Someone has done something silly and I’m not very happy about it. I was scrolling through Twitter yesterday, and I came upon this tweet: I really want to flog the person who wrote that tweet. Really bad. When I first saw it, I read it over again and again hoping it had some other meaning I couldn’t grasp. “Pretty female honourable.” What does that even mean? ‘She’s pretty and that’s what really matters, not her name?’ It’s saddening that the person saw nothing wrong with describing her as pretty alone, diminishing all her other attributes.
A TALE OF 2 WINTERS
My MB 2 story begins with panic. The weekend before my exams started, I got a couple of calls from my lecturers, asking if I had written some tests because my results could not be found. I was pretty shaken up as that was the last thing I needed to hear days to my exam. And how do results even go missing? At long last, on a cloudy Monday morning, my winter finally arrived. MONDAY The first paper was Pharmacology, and we wrote all the papers: the Essay and Best Option Type(BOT), in one sitting. The BOTs went well as a lot of the questions looked familiar, save a few…