My fondest memory of medical school is probably the first year talent show. The talent show, traditionally held by the first year class, serves as a fundraiser for a charitable organisation. The show itself is nothing more than a hodge podge of the inevitable skits, musical acts and other ‘achievements.’ Yet the show gets to the core of the student body in a way few other events do.
For that one night, we were still free to be whoever we believed ourselves to be. In that one night, I got to see my classmates in a way I so seldom did before and probably never again will. Be it the one time opera singer or the piano virtuoso, it was one opportunity to see everyone as something other than walking medical encyclopaedias. But it also made me wonder, what would become of those talents? How many hours of practice and