Two months away from finals, the insomnia starts to creep its way into my nights.
Nights are a peaceful time for someone living in a commercial area, on the main road. Traffic dies down and the welding neighbor goes home to his wife and kids. The sunlight is too damn bright in this region of the world and that stops being a problem at night. Phone stops ringing, people stop hammering at your metal door, you don’t have to worry about doing dishes, or cooking, or eating. You have the perfect excuse to put every chore and errand off until tomorrow because, well, it’s 4 in the morning! EVERYTHING can wait.
It’s just so peaceful! It’s the perfect time to stay up and study, or watch a movie, or get blitzed, or eat pomegranates…whatever your vice is.
Personally, if I’m not studying or writing this blog, I like to think about how wonderful of a choice doing medicine in Pakistan was. As illustrated below:
Recently, our professor of forensic medicine revealed the only criteria we will be graded upon come finals time:
Since I like staying awake at night and catching up on sleep in and/or during classes, this becomes a problem.
Every time I go to attend his lectures, which by the way are now delivered directly and ONLY to me out of the 100 students present in the lecture hall, this is how I look.
Below is how I think I look:
and yet this is how my professor perceives me:
Is it really that distracting?
Just let me be. I learn better outside the lecture hall.
So, this is where I stand.
I’m two months away from entering fourth year and I can’t seem to change my habit of staying up at night.
The professor is notorious for failing students on a whim. All king shits of turd mountains here are.
Coffee, lets elope.
Here’s a tater for the hater.