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LATERAL THINKING #ON EXAMS


These past few months have been a little radical for me.
In what regards? You ask.
I have had to write a lot [I don’t mean a little lot, I mean a lot lot] of exams in one lifetime, and especially over the past 6-7yrs- and I’m not done yet.
That hasn’t changed, although I can count on my fingertips, the number of exams I am still mandated to write (someone say Amen?)
One thing has changed though, and that’s the way I tend to process exams nowadays.
I actually WANT TO KNOW what I am reading.
Maybe it’s the reality that in a few months I’ll really be a doctor that’s kicking in, but exams no longer scare me. I read to know.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been conditioned this way all along, instead of reading to just ‘scale through another exam’ if I wouldn’t be a much better resource at large.
Of course I had an exam to write the day before penning this down; and yet, I wrote my thoughts, knowing without any ounce of doubt that I would still update my blog on the morning of the exam.
Whoop whoop! That’s an awesome level of freedom.
My life continues, in spite of medical school exams and when I read, I actually enjoy it way better than I used to. I am hungry to know, and if I have to stay up to do so, I would gladly do so (provided I don’t fall asleep).
If you have the opportunity to change the ‘rote’ educational system, would you? I definitely will!
Lets’ hear our views.


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