If I could invent something, I would invent a machine that could capture and replay an emotion. The same feeling that I feel now 8 days before the final MB, I'm sure I felt before the O levels, the A levels, my violin exams. The build up, the intense fear and resignation, the struggling, and the final relief at the end. We look back and remember God's providence and grace. But humans forget, as we always do. Cycle after cycle, we never learn.
The final MB is a default pass. Metaphorically, we all go in with full marks, and with each lousy step get a few points off. Statistically, everyone passes, at least after the 2nd try and with maybe lots of money and emotion spent. But no one wants to be that statistic, and we all know that the final result is a combination of largely Patient factors and Examiner factors, with a small contribution from the Student effort. As I was contemplating life after MBBS, I imagined myself receiving a result slip that says FAIL or something tragic like that. Reaction? Sad, but ok lor. Life goes on. Super expensive.
In the midst of intense mugging, I also wonder what it means for me to be cramming all these things last minute into my brain. This is no ordinary examination. We are going to become doctors. How does remembering something only for an exam reflect on the way I am learning to practice medicine? Not sure.
Anyway, enough emo shitz. SJ is going mad over making brad. Super awesome loaf over the weekend!




