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About Me
- Name: maan
- Location: Philippines
i'm a total coffee addict. a hypomanic who runs and flips wild in the wards. has to constantly check on my schedule not because i forget things, but because i just obsessive-compulsively do so. i love singing and dancing so much, i just love having fun. and don't mess around with animals when i'm around, unless you want to be scalpeled down to your bones (just kiddin').
- doc Karlito
- doc NRQ
- doc Margie
- doc Jannah
- doc Nina
- atty Dyanis
- Kyx Babzy
- Buboy
- Mike Velarde
- Raf
- Ayma
- Odezza
- UP Biochemistry Batch 2002
Sunday, March 05, 2006
When Hell Breaks Lose...the Light from Heaven Shines Still
-oOo-
Reeling a few days back from our promo board, I was really anxious about the possible outcome of the most stupid thing I did in my whole existence in med school. The possibility that I would be detained or that I would be dissected and scrutinized by the Chinese medical community made me really freak out. I could only imagine Dr. Go's face as he would narrate the incident to the next batch. I've learned my lesson the hard way, and I just wish they would just forget about it and not cause a negative impact on my future career. I'll just try to stay away from Chinese General Hospital as much as possible.
-oOo-
And as if fate was not yet satisfied with my plight, it decided to add another twist to my already compounded problem. I received my Med Ethics grade and was shocked that I have “no grade” in my research and seatwork. No grade = zero. What the f**k?! I asked one of my profs in that subject about it and she just threw back the question at me. According to her, maybe I really had a deficiency. In my whole stay in med school, or even in my whole academic education altogether, I never had a deficiency in any subject. The worst advice I got from that prof was that I should content myself with the idea that I got a good grade in the second shifting and finals and that I don't have to worry that I'll flunk the subject. Hello? Flunk med ethics? And so I brought up the issue to the dean and she promised me that "she'll look into it." I talked to Dr. Munarriz about it and she was mad that she wanted to talk to the dean about it but I told her not to because I know that it could have a graver consequence if I let her get involved. That night, the college secretary texted me to come to school the next day so that I could see some corrections she made. And so I saw her the next day only to find out that she didn't just make simple corrections, she made a total overhaul of our grades because she mixed up everything. As in everything. My final first shifting grade rose to 88 from the initially computed grade of 77. And she still insisted it's just a "simple mistake." Whatever.
-oOo-
Despite all that, I am still thankful to the Lord for promoting me. I guess He let all those things happen to remind me that I could never go anywhere without His grace. I am nothing without Him. Clerkship is another trying phase in my life. It would surely be a difficult year. But it would only be impossibly difficult if I would plunge into it on my own. With God's grace, everything is possible. His promise is the only sure thing I could cling on especially when things go rough. Having these in mind, I am now revitalized and ready to thrust myself into another indefinite phase of my life.
posted @ 2:26 PM
When Hell Breaks Lose...the Light from Heaven Shines Still
I thought of this day as one of my triumphant milestones. I know that clerkship is one year of unimaginable hardships and pain, but I still looked forward to this day because this is the lowest step of the ladder towards my dream. And taking it only means that I'm one step closer to my goal. The lowest form of animal, as they call it, is what I've been aiming to become this past 3 years. But today that I've been promoted, today that my name is imprinted clearly on the presently most important piece of paper for the med third year students, I felt that my happiness is not complete. I am not in my expected jubilant spirit. It's so sad to think that I will not be able to share this joy with some people.
-oOo-
Reeling a few days back from our promo board, I was really anxious about the possible outcome of the most stupid thing I did in my whole existence in med school. The possibility that I would be detained or that I would be dissected and scrutinized by the Chinese medical community made me really freak out. I could only imagine Dr. Go's face as he would narrate the incident to the next batch. I've learned my lesson the hard way, and I just wish they would just forget about it and not cause a negative impact on my future career. I'll just try to stay away from Chinese General Hospital as much as possible.
-oOo-
And as if fate was not yet satisfied with my plight, it decided to add another twist to my already compounded problem. I received my Med Ethics grade and was shocked that I have “no grade” in my research and seatwork. No grade = zero. What the f**k?! I asked one of my profs in that subject about it and she just threw back the question at me. According to her, maybe I really had a deficiency. In my whole stay in med school, or even in my whole academic education altogether, I never had a deficiency in any subject. The worst advice I got from that prof was that I should content myself with the idea that I got a good grade in the second shifting and finals and that I don't have to worry that I'll flunk the subject. Hello? Flunk med ethics? And so I brought up the issue to the dean and she promised me that "she'll look into it." I talked to Dr. Munarriz about it and she was mad that she wanted to talk to the dean about it but I told her not to because I know that it could have a graver consequence if I let her get involved. That night, the college secretary texted me to come to school the next day so that I could see some corrections she made. And so I saw her the next day only to find out that she didn't just make simple corrections, she made a total overhaul of our grades because she mixed up everything. As in everything. My final first shifting grade rose to 88 from the initially computed grade of 77. And she still insisted it's just a "simple mistake." Whatever.
-oOo-
Despite all that, I am still thankful to the Lord for promoting me. I guess He let all those things happen to remind me that I could never go anywhere without His grace. I am nothing without Him. Clerkship is another trying phase in my life. It would surely be a difficult year. But it would only be impossibly difficult if I would plunge into it on my own. With God's grace, everything is possible. His promise is the only sure thing I could cling on especially when things go rough. Having these in mind, I am now revitalized and ready to thrust myself into another indefinite phase of my life.
posted @ 2:26 PM
My Favorite Things
Coffee!
Yummy chocolates...
Bags!
Classic Movies
My vanity table
Books books and more books!
Music...
Collectible Miniatures
My fave doll of all times...
Pennylane Alexandria Ianne
Charms and Beads
Letters and Memorabilia
My reliable organizer
My comfy study pillow and mini table
Embroidery stuff
Travelling Down the Memory Lane...
Little Maan
Highschool Blues
UP Pips
PLM College of Medicine
My Porcelain Doll Collection
