Hey, you smell like awesome-ness.

Phwoar! No more exams! Give me a hell yes, HELL YES!

I think I should introduce y'all to my Significant Other (to whom shall be lovingly referred to as S). S stands for superawesome! As well as smart. And stunning. And sophisticated. And sexy. And suave, and sociable, and sanguine, and self-assured, and secure, and well... super. Sentences are superfluous to the senses by which she stimulates. It seems my style of speech is in short supply to satisfy the superawesomeness which she secretes. Si, it seems I've run out of ideas... Shrug.

But yes! I've survived a semester of Medicine =O. Everything's not as bad as I first thought it would be - though that could be because I've slacked off so much over the past few weeks (too much partying with my textbooks?) I feel somewhat burnt out. Or just completely resigned to my fate... hopefully I didn't fail any exams...

Actually, lets go through them, since this IS supposed to be a Chronicle of the adventures of a MedKid...

First exam, biology. The bio here is completely fail =___= seriously? Even less material than year 12 VCE bio? What the hell -_____- The exam itself was typical of the Adelaidian stylique; broad strokes of general knowledge with a subtle dab of minor detail, not a particularly challenging piece to master.

Septum secundum comes the MEQ (modified essay question). This exam was a total bitch. "Dislike". It basically involves a case scenario (e.g. A 150 year old man comes into hospital with a pencil stuck up his nose.) and a basic history (He complains of headaches and grey coloured bogeys). And then that's when the shit hits the metaphorical fan - first they ask for data significance, i.e. the significance of the person being aged 150? he should be dead by now, duh. And then there's the, what are 3 potential differentials? 1) He's actually 15 and the 0 is used to indicate IQ, 2) He has a pencil stuck up his nose and 3) He is pregnant. (No joke; we are supposed to assume that all women we see are pregnant until proven otherwise. And yes, that includes YOUR MUM. *gasp*) And blah blah blah, some random question about some minor detail the lecturer mentioned for 2 seconds and can only be found in a completely irrelevant chapter in the textbook. MEQ should instead stand for Masochist Enema Quillrat. Because the exam feels like stuffing your rectum full of fictional spiny porcupine monsters. And for 3 whole hours too! Hurrah.

Third exam was MCQ, multiple-choice questions to mere mortals (^__^"). Consists of basically 100 multi-choice questions plus 25 marks for mechs. Basically. Quiet boring really. This was a 2 hour exam and I remember finishing an hour early. Hopefully time left over for an exam is directly proportional to the percentage score you get, amiright?

Last was the dreaded resource exam, which was today/yesterday incidentally (because I'm writing this at 2am). Apparently the 3rd year resource exam was impossible. Apparently the 2nd year exam was horrendous. The 1st year resource exam was a piece of cake. What an anticlimax, sigh. The most I'm worried about at the moment is that the admin people realise how stupidly easy the paper was, and decide to use scaling instead of the >65% = A system they have in place now. (Insane right, >65% serious? But yes, in MEQ >50% would be a godsend.) So yes - I'm really really hungry.

Oh yeah, my mum has come over from Melbourne. And my sisters too. Their reaction to S has been.. well, interesting... mum seems to be, surprisingly accepting. My sis's on the other hand were completely wtflumoxed; they must've underestimated my Awesomness.^__^

Now I feel sheepish. Baahhh.

Time to procrastinate on deviantart. Go go go!