The slackers’ manifesto
We have nothing to lose but our library books
Freshers’ week taught me many lessons. Sit at the back in lectures, and you can snooze with impunity. Don’t boil pasta in a kettle. One that confounded my expectations, however, was that medical students, by and large, are normal people. My college’s well intentioned careers adviser had given me the impression that without a formidable work ethic, a history of altruistic self sacrifice, and a sheaf of awards and certificates as thick as a phone book, you’d be laughed out of medical school. Yet I wasn’t the only medic not to play an instrument to diploma level, or to have a shelf of sporting trophies to my name. Could there be a place at medical school for slackers?
Of course, few medical students conform to the pizza munching, junk TV addled stereotype beloved of some sectors of the media. Some of us, however, don’t venture far beyond the baseline level