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The AOL connection to my room is seriously fucked. I had less internet problems in KENYA than I do here. God, get a clue, AOL.
It's been a week now of me not being in Kenya with Papia but being in London in the final year. The major difference so far - as I've not started any clinical work, or any revision - has been the awful, soul-sucking cold. As opposed to the awful, brain-bleaching heat.
Kenya was awesome, and I wish I had TIME (I'm all about wishing I had time now) to document the awesomeness and give it the energy it deserves. On the plane back both Papia and I felt tired, but thinking about the past 3 months made us feel fulfilled - satiated. I think it helped that there were loads of empty seats on that flight - stretching out and leaning the seatback all the way contributes to feeling reflective and satiated.
We haven't even been able to convey what a great time we had to our friends - apart from Mike, in Nando's in Watford last night [Emily, Ned, Pap and I went up there to celebrate Sapna's birthday. {TRAVEL! To HEMEL HEMPSTEAD! Yeah}. We were joined by Mike and some of Sapna's schoolfriends. She wanted to go out in Watford to the comedy club - but Mike, Pap and I didn't have our passports or driving licenses on us so were turned away. After feeling indignant and ripped-off (poor Sapna had had to pay for our tickets in advance and couldnt get refunded) we felt hungry, and went to get dinner at Nando's while the older-looking people in our group watched the comedy. Hence Mike got the full treatment. (This was my first excursion ever to Watford. The club we went to afterwards was like, the most horrendously entertaining place I've been to since the clubs in Essex, with the addition of a heavy police presence.)].
But we had a great elective. I'm glad everything went well! We're alive, and not just that, but we saw and did awesome stuff (take my word for it), so THERE, Cornershop Man.
I've got an essay that's screaming to be finished, but apart from that, the big news here is that job allocations are out. I got what I put down as my first choice - unfortunately, it wasn't my real first choice, and I didn't really think about this particular selection because I was dead certain that I wasn't going to get my first choice anyway - DUMB girl, trying to pre-empt the system.
I found out that my real first choice went to someone I know and like, and she seems to want the job as much as I did - I guess that's some consolation. I ranked it #4 on my application form, dumbly assuming I'd have a better chance of getting it that way. I shouldn't try working things out with mathematics if I can help it, is the moral of the story.
The job that I've got is meant to be high stress, demanding, and the hospital is staffed by people who are high achievers and scary. And it's very dog-eat-dog atmospheric and Bangladeshi-centric...oh well.
On the back of this news is the news that a fifth of the year hasn't got allocated anything - been told that their applications weren't ranked high enough. Apparently this is the pattern in all the deaneries. It's disturbing because many of the people who happen to fall into this category are very good students, the kind you'd be surprised didn't get a good job, let alone any job - exactly how the applications were assessed is a mystery. And the heads of the deaneries aren't quite sure themselves how these unallocated people will now be dealt with. I mean, to be told you haven't got a job is bloody awful by itself; not knowing what's going to happen next and where you'll finally end up must be 10,000 times worse, especially when you're 2 months away from final exams. Everyone thus hates the new online application system and wants to punch the person who came up with it. I guess I'm grateful I've got a job. One less thing to kill myself over. (I mean, I may end up killing myself over it while on the job - just not yet.)
OK. Sleep then essay = good plan.
It's been a week now of me not being in Kenya with Papia but being in London in the final year. The major difference so far - as I've not started any clinical work, or any revision - has been the awful, soul-sucking cold. As opposed to the awful, brain-bleaching heat.
Kenya was awesome, and I wish I had TIME (I'm all about wishing I had time now) to document the awesomeness and give it the energy it deserves. On the plane back both Papia and I felt tired, but thinking about the past 3 months made us feel fulfilled - satiated. I think it helped that there were loads of empty seats on that flight - stretching out and leaning the seatback all the way contributes to feeling reflective and satiated.
We haven't even been able to convey what a great time we had to our friends - apart from Mike, in Nando's in Watford last night [Emily, Ned, Pap and I went up there to celebrate Sapna's birthday. {TRAVEL! To HEMEL HEMPSTEAD! Yeah}. We were joined by Mike and some of Sapna's schoolfriends. She wanted to go out in Watford to the comedy club - but Mike, Pap and I didn't have our passports or driving licenses on us so were turned away. After feeling indignant and ripped-off (poor Sapna had had to pay for our tickets in advance and couldnt get refunded) we felt hungry, and went to get dinner at Nando's while the older-looking people in our group watched the comedy. Hence Mike got the full treatment. (This was my first excursion ever to Watford. The club we went to afterwards was like, the most horrendously entertaining place I've been to since the clubs in Essex, with the addition of a heavy police presence.)].
But we had a great elective. I'm glad everything went well! We're alive, and not just that, but we saw and did awesome stuff (take my word for it), so THERE, Cornershop Man.
I've got an essay that's screaming to be finished, but apart from that, the big news here is that job allocations are out. I got what I put down as my first choice - unfortunately, it wasn't my real first choice, and I didn't really think about this particular selection because I was dead certain that I wasn't going to get my first choice anyway - DUMB girl, trying to pre-empt the system.
I found out that my real first choice went to someone I know and like, and she seems to want the job as much as I did - I guess that's some consolation. I ranked it #4 on my application form, dumbly assuming I'd have a better chance of getting it that way. I shouldn't try working things out with mathematics if I can help it, is the moral of the story.
The job that I've got is meant to be high stress, demanding, and the hospital is staffed by people who are high achievers and scary. And it's very dog-eat-dog atmospheric and Bangladeshi-centric...oh well.
On the back of this news is the news that a fifth of the year hasn't got allocated anything - been told that their applications weren't ranked high enough. Apparently this is the pattern in all the deaneries. It's disturbing because many of the people who happen to fall into this category are very good students, the kind you'd be surprised didn't get a good job, let alone any job - exactly how the applications were assessed is a mystery. And the heads of the deaneries aren't quite sure themselves how these unallocated people will now be dealt with. I mean, to be told you haven't got a job is bloody awful by itself; not knowing what's going to happen next and where you'll finally end up must be 10,000 times worse, especially when you're 2 months away from final exams. Everyone thus hates the new online application system and wants to punch the person who came up with it. I guess I'm grateful I've got a job. One less thing to kill myself over. (I mean, I may end up killing myself over it while on the job - just not yet.)
OK. Sleep then essay = good plan.