How failure changed my life
- By: Seye Abimbola
My only ambition at medical school was to pass with distinction. Nothing else mattered. True to purpose, I passed the second MB (preclinical exams) at the top of my class. I was hardheaded and arrogant, and I made friends with my fellow straight A students only. I was on my way to becoming a brash and brilliant scientist; another James Watson of the DNA double helix fame, radiating contempt in all directions. But medical school was only blissful while the scientific disciplines lasted.
Everything came to a grand halt when clinical rotations began. I had always known that I wasn't going to be able to suck up to consultants. I developed a peculiar aversion for bedside teaching. I asked questions like, “Does Capgras's delusion have any lesional basis?” or “What is insulin's role in polycystic ovary syndrome?” In return, all I got were answers like, “The important thing is how