I’m a resitter, but don’t shrug me off
When I began my final year of medical school, I felt it was important to pause and reflect on my time as a medical student—my lengthy time.
I am starting my seventh year of a traditional five year medical course. I resat two years because I failed end of year, online examinations.
Dark rooms, cliff edges, and horror films hold no fear for me compared with the examination room, which sends me into a cold sweat. When I work through questions, things usually start well but something tricky always comes up. I try to work through it, but become seduced by the multiple choice options. My gut feeling says answer A. Then my eye strays to answer B. I hadn’t thought of B, but it becomes the only answer in my mind. B is selected. B is wrong, and A is right. As the questions go on, I begin to