We were all getting ready for anatomy exam number two. We had dissected the pelvis and perineum - I had unofficially established that point as my "no turning back" milestone. Once you've dissected genitals, I think you might as well finish out your medical school career. I had finished most of my gross anatomy review and was ready to do a little micro. I was waiting patiently in room 100 (our regular lecture room) for a microanatomy review to be set up before me, when to my surprise the room was being prepared for a test. Some people told me the review had been moved to room 103. I walked out of the lecture hall to discover that I was stuck behind a long line of gunners waiting to get into the review. I found Abby and Mariam outside in the hall. We braced ourselves for the impending rush to the limited seating in the much smaller room. We finally got in - we would find one seat only to have gunners swoosh in from all directions to occupy all the seats surrounding it. We realized we would have to sit separately. I carefully chose my seat in a corner next to a door that said "Exit" - that door is a liar, but we'll get to that later...
Mariam was sitting on the steps with Abby. Abby left the room after about fifteen minutes, and her spot on the stairs easily led to the door. My seat was turning out to be an awful choice. The seat in front of me was occupied by two gunners making awful microanatomy jokes, and the position of my seat at the side of the room meant I couldn't even see the slides very well. After an hour, Mariam got my attention. She mouthed, "Should we leave?" I mouthed, "YES! I'm about to poke myself in the eye with my pen." Just in case she didn't get the message, I motioned my pen towards my eyes with a jabbing motion. Mariam quickly escaped through the back doors. I gathered my things and headed out the door marked EXIT in the front of the room. I was stopped by a voice behind me... an older sounding voice... a voice that might have belonged to a professor, "You can't get out that way. It's not an really an exit."
Shit. I was stuck, and the room was still obscenely crowded. I looked down the aisle I was sitting in, but it was swamped with two people per chair and their bags all over the ground. I had already interrupted the review, so I calmly walked across the slides to the aisle on the other side of the room. It was just as crowded. Shit. I couldn't stand to search any longer for a means of escape in front of the whole review - I felt like a stupid squirrel veering to avoid a parked car. So I tried walking through the overstuffed aisle. I was really struggling to get through and trying not to step on laptops. I tried to whisper a sincere apology to all the people in that row as I tripped over their bags and made them squish in their seats. It was all just too much, and it triggered some sort of stress-induced tourettes. I was muttering, "Shit f*** I'm sooo sorry F***ING SHIT!" I also used the Lord's name in vain a few times. I made it through finally, and went to the hall for refuge. Then about 5 minutes later, the review was let out. Awesome - my face was pink pink pink and it could have been prevented if I had a slightly longer attention span. Maybe I will work on that in... ooh, my dog just came in the room!
--By Farrah, who's blogging from Denver and celebrating the first day of spring in style
3 comments:
why didn't you just go through the wall??? oh wait, you don't have that superpower, I forgot.
I am sorry I left you all alone to deal with this. You're still my gal Friday.
He he, that door is not an exit!
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