Medical School: A Survival Guide - Part 3

Ah, summer. What a wonderful time of year. Everything is green and smells nice and you can't stop sweating because why the fuck is it so hot? I'm boiling all the time. C'mon, Scotland, sort yourself out. You're meant to be able to freeze the balls off a brass...statue...of...balls? Nope, lost that one.

Balls.

Sadly for any of those unlucky enough to have ended up in higher education, summer also means waiting for the results from those oh-so-special exams that you did a couple of months ago; and ain't waiting for news on whether or not you still have a future just dandy. Now almost every single one of us will have sat an exam in the past (unless you're lucky enough to be of the special few who only need to remember how to put your helmet on and not to bite your tongue. Hey, silver linings), so I'll try and focus specifically on what new horrifying additions medicine adds to the formula and, for the third time, why you should never ever ever study this awful cesspool of a course.