They said…..I should start loving and getting used to writing if I want to make it in Postgrad studies. So I will. I’m pretty sure this isn’t the kind of writing that they meant, but what the heck, this is the writing that I know.
I probably need to start doing my first major paper due on April but the first paragraph of the first page of the assignment quite bothered me:
“A 60 year-old male patient (you are his GP)….”
What the hey. I’m not a GP. Stop scaring me. I’m not sure if all situations involve me as a GP but I sure hope I didn’t sign up for a medical practitioner’s course. I’ll find out soon, but for now, the workbook is buried under my pillow and it shall not come out until I’ve cleaned my room and made it conducive for school work. When that will happen, I DO NOT KNOW.
I really should switch this to Tumblr. Soon, soon, soon, maybe tomorrow. I need sleep. Working straight from an 8-hour bus ride was a pretty bad idea. Not doing it again.
