The last 2 weeks have been hell for everyone in my class for the first block exams. Not knowing what to expect for the exams in regards to questions, format, and approximate length it would take for each individual student. I was pretty sure going into this the range I would score. I was also pretty confident that our class was going to do pretty well overall because there are honestly some intelligent and very capable people here. Well it's nice to know that I was completely wrong in predicting the outcome of our classes average.
73% failed.
Of the 102 students in our Anatomy class, several of which are from the semester before us retaking the course, 74 students failed the exam.
I was probably the 10th person to be finished with the exam so I got to see a lot of my fellow classmates walk out the door. Some shouted fuck, others walked out with shrugged shoulders mouthing wtf was that?, others with tears running down their face. All I can say is that there were very very few people that weren't showing some sign of suicidal thoughts. Within an hour of the end of the exam, nearly everyone in my dorm was wielding a beer in their hand trying to cheer up. Me and a few others went out to get some lunch to try and brighten up the day while simultaneously blur the day with the cheapest alcohol on the planet. A .750 of vodka back in Amherst was around $17-18?. Fucking $8 for a liter here. This miserable island just got a little better.
I got to spend the majority of the day actually getting to know the rest of my class which I've been wanting to do for the few weeks I've been here now. In times of stress here we all just tend to socialize and come to be friends with one another, although I'm sure that the fact that about 95% of the class was drunk tonight helped the process. I stopped by my friend's room and tried to cheer him up with some pizza and a beer. It's just tough to imagine so many people down and unbelievably upset at once, but you just gotta stay optimistic and stick together. And get fucked up. Regardless, having been late to the school because of Hurricane Fuck, it was time for some overdue meet and greet with the dorm mates. Drinking and talking tonight with the others was probably the best night I've had in a long while, except for the scary encounter me and one other had with this fucking crazy local. This guy, Michael, somehow came to talking with me and 7 others. Must have been in his 40s and just overall bad condition, hygiene, health, sanity. Anyways, 5 of the others ended up getting a ride to some house while we were supposed to follow, but that didn't happen. Michael starts talking about some random shit and having us answer some questions about fucking pointless things. I may have been drunk, but I was sober enough to realize that this was not where I wanted to be; with that in mind I was definitely ready to either run or save my buddy... and then run. Some time later we end up getting back with a near horror story to tell the others and continued our drinking with the clock now approaching 11. No one cared about the 9 hours of lecture we have tomorrow and just enjoyed this day as if it were a vacation in the Caribbean.
On another note, I just finished watching the season finale for both Entourage and True Blood tonight and must say I fucking hate these writers. No one likes cliff hangers and the fact that HBO had 2 HUGE cliff hangers for both these shows just makes me want to cry myself to sleep, but no need to cry about the tv shows because we're all too busy crying about our failed exams; what a glorious day it's been today. I'm almost certain people are getting to know me as the guy who shouts and curses at the top of his lung from day to night in his room, and I can't help but laugh because I really do (mostly from trying to download 600mb files going at 20kb/s which is about 7 hours of expensive internet, then it disconnecting and losing my progress). For instance, just last night I finished studying after a grueling day of solid work. Spent about $8 worth of internet downloading Entourage and finally winding down for the night to relax, the fucking file was corrupted. It's the shit like this that I can't stand on this rock.
Fuck passing Med School, I just want my internet.
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