| Tuesday, March 22, 2011 |
| final transcript. three years. |
And the Lord said, "Shall I hide from Abraham what I am doing?" —Genesis 18:17
It's 8am and I'm about to log into school portal to view my results. I looked through my results of all semesters since year one, trying to recall what they have been about, looking at the number of credits they were worth (I always fail to remember how many credits they are worth till I get my results. A good thing.), remembering the faces that taught me, but most of all, feeling humbled and amazed when I recall the ups and downs of those modules.
I remember how exciting/thrilling/nervewrecking anatomy practical tests were, how I tested for my own blood type, how I wrote the essay about DM as a lab report, oh, how we pricked our fingers every half an hour. I remember how we had so many lectures in the beginning. I remember the first 'physio' module we had, which was using Clarkson - a copy I bought off my senior for 30bucks.Such a nice copy! I remember practicing for prac tests, experiencing how memory betrays you when I get so nervous during prac. I remember how strict our teachers were for the gait aid prescription practical - which at first glance, seems to be a really lame/giveaway test. I remember the J corridor! Where we'll be cooped up along waiting for prac lessons/ prac tests, and people will be hanging around...just..keeping an ear out for tips.
I remember going to the boards to check practical results...That moment of not wanting to see your admin number but yet, your eyes go on auto-pilot scanning the list for it.....and how you look more than twice at the grade printed...just for it to register - whether it's good or bad. A verdict of few words/ one word.
I remember the prac test I failed because I breached safety, the pleading and the tears in the second cubicle of J block level 2 ladies. I remember the prac test by Freda where I got a really low score, we all kinda did. But that was just...m. I remember the prac test when my close friend didn't do very well in, and I felt I didn't deserve the good grade I got. I remember acing Neuro prac test in year 2 when more than a handful needed retests, and I myself wondered why. It went smoothly - but I guess, after being through all the tests before, I wasn't one to expect too much anymore.
Studying for exams was always the easy part. With a bit of tips, and a bit of diligence, since I am interested in what we were/are studying, it's quite enjoyable, with a bit of pressure. And goodness! I wonder how we did for FYP. This was a very memorable part of the past 3 years. I know it's because it did turn out well in the end, but the beginning phase of seeing our group struggle, of me talking to myself a lot to try to tighten our research area, or to even decide on something we really want to find out anyway. I must really thank God for helping me find that balance between fulfilling an academic requirement and looking into something I am at least remotely interested in. And argh, I look up to every teacher that has crossed my path. They are more amazing than regular-expected-amazing, modestly speaking.
And now, I conclude this entry, reminding myself that I'm barely done with the learning, that there have been more than enough instances to remind me (and more instances to come) of my inadequacies. Yet, in these 3 years, I've felt safe. Safe in the times when I did well, safe in the times when I didn't do well (though I think I was too busy sulking to wonder about my safety) because I know that I'm where God has led me to. A place where I never thought I'll step into, experiences and opportunities that I kinda know God would have me walk through. Not to say I wouldn't get the same deal elsewhere (and God knows how many other 'elsewheres' flutters my heart), but I know God makes all things good in His time. And regardless of/because of my results, I can conclude with my heart and mind and soul (I typed soup. I skipped soup last night.) that He has had a hand in this. I can only thank Him for his Lordship and friendship. And for not hiding from me (for too long) what He is doing. |
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