FINAL YEAR DIARIES: 022
My seminar presentation is next week.
Good morning, all. Happy New Week.
I hope you all are in touch with your supervisors in preparation for the seminar presentation. The presentation is starting next week Tuesday, God willing.
Prepare ooooo. Ire oooooo. Also, work has started already for the first semester examination timetable.
This was the message my supervisor sent to the group this morning around 11:00 am. It is well.
It is really well. I just wish my seminar paper knew how much I don’t want to work on it. I don’t want to, but I have to. And I have to finish it fast because Ó ti dójú ẹ̀.
Tell your Yoruba friends to interpret for you. Please. Sorry.
My seminar presentation is next week, and most of what I need is in chapter four… which I’m not even done with. Meanwhile, chapter three, or at least a large part of it, also covers what chapter four is supposed to contain.
Sigh.
Sigh times 100.
You see how messy and confusing that sounds? That’s exactly how confusing it is for me, too. And annoying.
I’m really tired of the whole thing. I honestly just want to read my books and pass my tests and exams, but then there is this thing called seminar.
Ó ń kan mí lara gan, to be very honest.
In other news, Big Dams was at the library today. And today just reminded me how much of a library girlie I am. I’ve been a library girlie since 100L, and I’ve loved it ever since.
You see that drop-pin silence? I love it, kpaaa. I really love it. I’ve heard people say the silence is distracting, but for someone who hates it when people talk beside her while she’s reading and hates it even more when there’s too much noise, the library is my only sanctuary.
I remember one night when I was awake, trying to work on the seminar. I got so fed up that I just closed the laptop, put it beside me, and slept. It’s only one life I have, abeg.
Now I fully understand why people pay others to do things like this for them. It is a lot of mental stress, pressure, and energy. And you know, I was talking to someone I know the other day, and he said he finished a paper for his master’s in one night. One night?? Omo, it is well.
But I actually just think he’s the type who has been doing research and writing for a long time. He’s used to it. Me I am not. And I don’t like it. It’s interesting, yes, but also exhausting, especially when no one is really guiding you.
You will hear people say, “Do this, do that,” as if once you open your laptop, the work will magically reveal itself.
Anyway, I did really good work in the library. Somebody shout hallelujah. I said, shout hallelujahhhh. I read pharmacology, and I am almost done with understanding it. I have just a few pages of notes left to read.
The next thing is to cram. I’ll literally use the whole of tomorrow for that, cramming my pharmacology because I want to use this night to read my general courses and work on my seminar.
I really hate this seminar work, goshhh.
Remember when I told you I wanted to show you my hair? Welllll…
I promise you it was not like this when I wanted to show you; it was neatly packed, but I decided to let it down yesterday. Also, the fan was blowing really fast in the library, so that’s why my hair is scattered.
Eii Dami, is that your real hair?
Yurrrrr, it is. I’ve never really been proud of my hair before, but recently I said, “Omo, let me just flaunt it well.” And I love it. No, no, I adore my hair.
This week is for locking in. You know, my seminar and all. So, if you see me here, it’s by God’s grace, ohh.
Anyway, I am going off now. See you tomorrow.
Byeeeeee.
I’m thinking of changing this Substack page to Life of a Medical Student, Diary of a Medical Student, or Life of a Future Doctor. I’m not sure which one yet, but I thought about it because I share a lot about my medical journey here. What do you think?
Which one would you choose? And do you even think I should change it?
I’ll share more of my thoughts on this tomorrow.
Life of a medical student is much better
I love "diary of a future doctor"