Friday, February 27, 2009
Ive been waiting in anticipation for an email from the Dental School after sending out my request for a typed-up letter for my sponsor in uni letterhead. I admit, i sent them to (random) selected people. Gimme a break, I didnt know exactly who should be in charge, but all the admin people in charge of Dental School undergrads have received my mail. The result? At least one person replied to direct me to the 'correct person'. I'm still patiently waiting. Ah well, I'm used to being ignored and being the 'thing' at the corner too plain and unsignificant to be paid attention to. Patiently waiting I still am.
Until 15mins ago when I opened my uni mail and the content shocked me I almost got my second dental-related heart attack (
first one was when I was in Shepp and a demonstrator appeared in front of my bedroom door at 5 in the morning when I woke up to do my fajr prayer. I highly suspected that he was drunk. I was in my PJ. Had my tudung on,mind you if you're starting to suu dzhon, lengkap menutup aurat. Sounds scary, i know. Oh well I havent had a chance to share with you the whole lot of what happened in Shepp). The email wrote "as a result of decisions made by the Melbourne Dental School progress committee which met on the afternoon of 25th Feb, there will be 2 less students in 5th in 2009 than there was at the commencement of the year". As simple as that???
It gave me a muscular anaesthetic. It numbed me and I couldnt twitch a muscle. The first thing that hit me was how would the affected people take it? How would it feel to them. This happens after 2 months of us being in the 5th year! After two months of parroting "Hi, I'm [insert name] a 5th year Dental student, and i'm gonna take care of you today" everyday, 2-7 patients a day. And majority of the patient would ask if you're in the final year and congratulate you for having made it so far. I did not even know who were they, the 2 people, but i surely felt for them. And I'm sure I dont even feel 1% of what they might be feeling. God does have a plan for them, and every plan should make them (us) draw closer to him if they (us) want to see it.
Thus I decided not to have my mind on the coming graduation too much lest I will be rendered heartbroken. The Dental School does have a reputation for doing this to students, that's my guarantee. Mak, dont worry, at least dapat jalan-jalan kat sini huhuhu
I conclude that Melbourne Dental School is in a mess. That will hold true until they reply my email, thank you.
I'm smelling of kebab which I had for dinner. This feast of food at Arden St should really cease or I, as the girl with metabolism the speed of a snail will definitely turn into an inflated balloon very soon.
~~*posted on*~~ Friday, February 27, 2009
