Just Rants
Aug18

Just Rants

I started this article off as “Rants of a Medical Student” but then I’d still be ranting even if I were studying Art and Craft (which I kind of want to) so “Just Rants” it is! Oh and by the way I have exams coming up and the fact that I’m still writing this shows how dedicated the bloggers at Heal Pakistan truly are and not that the editors threatened to let us off the hook if we didn’t come up with anything soon =P So back to rants. Rant# 1 What am I doing with my life?! No seriously. We’ve all had that question stuck in our mind since high school. For the lucky ones, their future paths are already clear and they know exactly what they want to achieve. However for us “cool” and confused one’s the path isn’t that clear. In fact it’s rugged, muddy and torn with pit holes! We start with one thing and quickly move on to another one. I guess we’re just bored. Rant# 2 Exams! Why you no get hit by a train and die?!! We want straight A’s and we want them now but we don’t want to study. I mean, really, study? Us? Nice joke. All those years in school everyone was like “just get into college and then you can do whatever you want.” I think what they really meant was “just get into college, go through hell and then you can do whatever you want.” Here’s one I came across: “That moment of your pathetic medicine life when, even after your every effort, the day before stupid send up exam you Just GIVE UP Since no matter what, there is no freaking way to complete Anatomy !!” Rant# 3 Weight Gain! For us chocoholics, unwilling to exercise or go on a diet….enough said. Rant# 4 Nobody understands me :'( For all those lost souls out there, craving for attention and real friends who will stay with them through all thick and thin….don’t do drugs and you’ll be fine. Rant# 5 Bale for Batman! Down with Ben Affleck!   So in the end life is unfair, exams are still there, Bale is hot and fat is not....

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Reveries of a Social Phobic
Aug12

Reveries of a Social Phobic

I’m Afraid of the People and Not the Disease As I lay awake in bed, I can see the sun glistening through the windows. It’s morning and another day has begun. “It’s time Johnny,” the voices in my head grow louder. I cringe at the thought of enduring the same misery over and over again. I want to stay in my room, I feel safe here. “There’s a whole world out there,” says one voice. “The world isn’t safe!” says the other. My whole life I’ve listened to these voices battling in my head. I’ve never fully understood what they say most of the time and I find it frustrating to decide which one to follow. Social phobia is a mess but it’s the people I’m afraid of and not the disease. Sighing once more, I leap out of bed to go to college, my assignment needs to be submitted on time. Walking briskly through the great halls of the college, I am overwhelmed by the same unwelcome feeling I get every day. I avoid looking at the students passing by me. “Good, don’t look them in the eye, they hate you,” the voice rambled. “Just a few more minutes,” I mumbled to myself. I hurry towards class and to my usual seat at the back of class. I can sit there all day, next to the window. That way I’m able to keep myself occupied, staring outside the window into the gardens, minding my own business. As I approach my seat, I realize it has been taken by another student. I freeze when I see him, staring. He turns to me asking if I needed anything. “My seat dammit!” I think to myself. I resist answering him, turn around and look for another one. The back benches had been occupied quickly. I kept looking until the only seat I could find was right in the middle. “No not this one, everyone can see you here!” “Calm down, relax” All my fears had come true The voices had started echoing again. Mr. Jackson had just stepped into the class, leaving me with no other option. I took the seat. He saw me. “Young man, are you new?” he asked me. I looked up from my notes. I was confused. Of course he did not know me, for him I was never here. I wanted to go back to my happy place. He asked once again, louder this time and I knew I had to get up. My heart raced as I rose from my place, reluctantly. Unable to speak, I shook my head. “Well introduce yourself then,” he demanded....

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