3rd Year

During my first year at Barts, I had a wonderful PBL group. We became great friends, and up till now, I'm very close with most of them. Even during Learning Landscape sessions and Microanatomy, I had Kikie with me. I never felt alone.

During second year, Kikie became my PBL groupmate. So again, I went to most places with her, classes, learning landscape sessions, CAL and Microanatomy. My EPC also happened to reunite myself with my 1st year PBL groupmate. I never felt alone.

Now in year three, I am placed in a group where ada ramai omputeh, and hardly anyone I know is in there. FYI, I'm much more comfortable when I am with the asians/asian british as they are very friendly and don't quite look at you as if you're a flesh-eating slug wearing a hijab and invading their country. But I'm not about to generalise, as there are some whom are really nice and friendly, which happen to be in my year 1 and year 2 PBL groups. With them, I get along really well. So today, I came into the room where we were supposed to have our practical session. We were to learn how to read O2 sats, do a urinalysis, take blood pressure, and temperature. I came in, and there was hardly anyone I know. Well, that statement is a bit exaggerated as I do recognise their faces from my lectures but there was nobody I've talked to before, and surely nobody else except me was a female muslim. I did not know where to sit, or who to strike a conversation with. I tried to smile to one group of my batchmates, but they didn't smile back. I swallowed the lump in my throat and wished for this day to end earlier than it should. For the first time during my medical years in Barts, I felt alone.

Yes, alone.

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I kind of like the ring of that word.

Maybe its time to associate myself with it.

Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers.