And so a year comes to pass since I last blogged about Guy Fawkes Day, which means this blog is at least a year old. (And only 57 people have passed out whilst reading it! No, before you wise-asses mention it, unreported cases do not count. If you start haemorrhaging reading this blog and do not email me within 24 hours, you don't even get to become a statistic. So there. --Editor) It's been a while since I last blogged, and a lot has been going on, involving exploding Directors of Studies, exploding exam results, and exploding parents. (But, uh, in a very GOOD way, Mom. Honest! --Ed) Anyhoo, the bottom line is, I'm still here, thanks to my extremely supportive college and my extremely supportive fellow medics.
This year's our BSc year, in which we get to do almost anything we want (which I detailed in a previous post, after which many of my caring readers, concerned for my wellbeing and continued sanity, advised me to make like Forrest Gump and run the hell away from medicine --Ed) and this year I'm doing Psychology. Being the
You can see where this is going, can't you?