Medical student syndrome
After cramming Greek and Latin medical terms for a string of nights, relying heavily on midnight coffees and chastising myself for involuntary naps, I finished my first year theory exams satisfactorily. But the volatile information had almost completely evaporated by the time of my practical examinations, and I had to face the viva.
First was anatomy, and the external examiner began by asking, “When does the primary ossification centre of the first sternebra appear?” I was speechless. Naively, I thought that the questions in physiology and biochemistry at least would be more conceptual. I was to find out otherwise. Physiology: “What is the value of transport maximum for glucose?” Biochemistry: “What do you know about the tryptophan operon?”
But I managed to pass my first year with distinctions in the three subjects, thanks largely to my deep seated interest in genetics and molecular biology. Now that I have started the