Exam fever is keeping me away from blogging, as I've said time and time again for the past x amount of blog posts. However, here is a little essay written by my 17 year-old sister during her English lessons entitled This Little Paradise of Mine. Funnily enough, she ended up writing about my little paradise. So... here you go ladies and germs...
This Little Paradise of Mine
I have you know that my life is one big roller coaster full of ups and downs, twist and turns and each minute seems to go by at the speed of light! I am a fourth year medical student, of 21. Exams never seem to far away, my 'To Do List!" seems endless, and being a member of the MMSA I do not have much free time.
However, just like anyone else, I need to rest. Sometimes I feel that I have to just get away from it all....(without getting out of the house and using up half a day in which I can easily cover two "Head and Neck" chapters. I do not go out much, and I am not what one might call a 'party animal', so I am more creative than others when it comes to my social life and this is my little paradise.
Mind you, its not much. It is only a stuffy corner, full of dusty papers on the desk which are covering the keyboard. I shall not call it my paradise because it is my computer desk, but rather it is a shuttle that takes me there.
I find my sense of well-being and tranquility in my writing.
I write about absolutely anything that comes to mind, as soon as I close my eyes, and travel in the middle of nowhere amongst the ocean of figments of my imagination. While people are down the block having a laugh over a bottle of gin, I am on the foot if the Great Wall of China, or I am a keen traveller exploring the most tropical safari. I might even be a lizard trying to find my way out of a maze in some one's backyard.
Writing helps me to think about myself, it helps me reflect on my life, which is very important as at this stage of my life, I always need to ensure that being a doctor, in the casualty ward, is what I want to do. Not that I always doubted it, au contraire, amongst my sisters I was always the surer one. I wanted to practise this profession since I was eight and I was always so passionate about it.
However, I am obviously not the same eight year old, and since one tends to get used to ideas grained into their minds, it does not occur to them that there are other options out there! And one tends to do things passively and the fire inside will slowly fade away.
My writing keeps the flame burning, reminds me who I really am and oozes me with self- confidence and with a fresh point of view with which I see my life, and the life of others... as a precious gift which one should treat fairly.
(OK... you can clap now... or even better comment.)
The first three hurdles of the 4th year steeplechase were over yesterday! Hopefully, I didn't drop any of the hurdles along the way. It's not so much the forensics and public health that are worrying me. But, over the past few months, my predecessors have been giving me the impression that passing orthopaedics is pretty much like defeating the impossible... 
And yesterday I discovered why! It was a Bitch exam if I may say! As tradition I suppose (with tradition being 1/3 of a class doomed to fail). I just hope I won't be part of that statistic. Come to think of it, I don't really want ANYONE to be part of that statistic. 
