Fire alarming

Today is the day of the week. I didn't start class till 2pm and finished at 5pm. Awesome. Woke up in the morning and did anatomy. Didn't get too far though.

Hope on the bus on my merry way to school only to receive a text from my classmate that tutorial is cancelled. Oh well, on my way to school already. So, I went to the allocated class room just in case and I actually had class at 2pm. It's the 3pm class that is cancelled and shifted to tommorrow and it's evolved into a lecture as opposed to a tutorial. Something about a power surge.

As I was having the pharmacology tutorial, the fire alarm started alarming.
'The fire alarm has been activated. Please standby for further instructions.'
So we left and waited by the stair for further instructions. Haha. So everyone eventually made their way to the carpark.

Anyway my tutor decided that a fire alarm is no excuse to waste valuable learning oppotunity. So we headed to the gardern nearby and continued our pharmacology tutorial there. It was actually great, including the weather. I got to study with my sunnies on and the tutor gave the tutorial with her sunnies on. Haha. And the sound of the rustling of the dried leaves, the kids playing with the fallen leaves, great learning environment. If only we have classes outdoor that often.

Anyway, headed back to the building after the class to do some self study before my observational studies class. I reckon less than a quarter of the class turned up. It's not the most exciting lecture anyway. Stayed in school for another hour to finish some things before heading back.

Wonder when my next outdoor class is going to be with winter coming.

love,
kathleen

Presenting presentation

Today is presentation day.

It went alright presenting the presentation of the patient and the question. The clinician was kind to me. Didn't get interrupted. Or maybe it's because I spoke bit too quick to be interrupted. Anyway, the clinician was in a good mood today and didn't 'attack' us too much. Maybe he is tired from his flight back so wasn't really up to do much talking. He still did quite a bit though. Absolutely enthusiastic about his ECGs. Which is good, learnt a lot.

The presentation was quite fine. I had to awkwardly get back to the front after having returned to my seat. Got to go back to because the clinician was making some comment about my question.

'So how fast was your heart rate when you were up there, Kathleen?'
'Very fast, Sir.'
'It's been recorded that presenters have a heart rate of up to 140 bpm especially on large scale national and international media. That's why some presenters cheat by taking some beta-blocker before the presentation. Not that I recommend that you do that as your blood pressure would drop a lot and result in more adverse effect.'
Then I smile and said 'Thank you' before heading back to my seat and did a little fist punch. I think the other 2 lectures saw me do that as they were smiling at me after.

So with presentation done, it's time to head back to my daily studying in preparation of mid-semester examination.

love,
kathleen

When I grow up

So this is the end of week 3 of school. As the norm goes, I'm studying. So next week I will be doing a presentation, a case presentation actually, to the whole cohort and the lectures. Scary but at least I'm not alone. I mean of course there would only be me talking when I'm suppose to, how can we have more than one person talkingat anyone time, but there are others presenting with me too. Still scary because I'm opening. Anyone who have seen me make presentations will know that I'm quite terrible at it. But the idea is cool though. We've got to present a case as if we are on the wards with a consultant type. This is to prepare us for 3rd year ward rounds. Wish me luck I guess, got to do it eventually.

So, I was in the shower after finish my essay, which I'm nearly done and there is still a month to go before it's due, I thought that I want to do another essay. Remember in primary school, every start of the year the teacher makes you do a creative writing on what you want to be when you grow up. In my first one, I wrote that I was going to be a professional robber. Drove everyone nuts, and they all freaked out. It's creative though and I'd make loads of money and little work when I get really good at robbing. Haha. I'm doing another one now though.

When I grow up.
When I grow up, I want to be intelligent. When I grow up, I want to strong. When I grow up, I want to be a surgeon. I want to be the top surgeon. The best surgeon that anyone would ever know. When I grow up, I want to be great. When I grow up, I want to be amazing. More amazing than anyone amazing. When I grow up, I want to invent new techniques. Techniques that is better than previous, more effective, more quick, more economical. Most importantly, when I grow up, I want to be a better me. A much better me.


love,
kathleen