Soundings: Miss Medicine
It was as though I had woken to find myself face to face with an award winningly ugly person and had no recollection of how I got there. That is exactly how I would describe the heart stopping feeling of realising that the days as a medical student are numbered. Where has all the time gone?
I suppose it all came about when the year got letters requesting people to conduct medical school interviews. I remember thinking how together the fifth year medical student looked in my interview. Such a contrast to the dusty old doctor sitting next to him. So now it is my turn to ask all those immortal questions and listen to the ever-creative replies-I can just imagine it.
Me: Why medicine?
Candidate: I wanted to be a doctor from six months' gestation.
Me: Are you a geek?
Candidate: No, I have climbed Everest and masterminded a