A fantastic poem by a medical student at UQ who goes by ‘alisa’:
‘Twas the week before med exams
And all through PBL,
Some unshaven creatures
Are acquiring the smell
Of sobered up students
Eating things out of cans,
Tired yet driven
To excel at exams.
Saleem told us to study
Why did we not listen?
As we crack open our books
Some so new they still glisten.
Gone are PBL triggers
And the comic relief
From our dear PBL groups -
Whom we part from in grief.
Locked inside as we study
While summer doth fall
Waking from the best nap
Upon Guyton & Hall.
To Matt Devine we will pray,
For his knowledge and skill
As we cram everything in
To prepare for the kill.
Exam 1 will come soon -
EBM is the devil.
We’ll stagger out in the end
Looking doubly dishevelled.
Hold off on the beers
Don’t forget Exam 2.
One more night of lockdown
‘Till sweet freedom for you.
When it’s all handed in,
We’re one fourth through the race!
Ask Santa for a Seven,
Now please go shave your face.
Onwards we will march,
To electives we go!
Then apprehensively, many
Will return to the snow.
Congratulations to us -
We survived our first year!
Happy Drinking to all -
And to all a cold beer!
