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Steeplechase

*steeplechase a medical student’s worst nightmare basically consists of stations were you have 1 min to identify a structure on a cadaver or some pathology on a radiograph and move to the next station.  Steeplechase is sh** you’ll probably know the structure but then they’ll place it in some weird way and you wont see jack.

I should be studying ohh .

Last Friday, we had a steeplechase and the girl in front shamelessly kept staring at my work. I spent most of my energy devising strategies to ‘protect’ my work from her.  You can only imagine my frustration when the guy behind me actually had the guts to come up to me and tell me how he had also copied my work.

I think I was more pissed about the fact that I was at the disadvantage for not copying too. I was also upset because the boy was someone I actually admired. The nonchalance with which he said it really got to me, like it was normal. A means to an end.  

Its easy to blame a system. To say that the lecturers have unrealistic expectations I mean how can you learn all the structures in that crappy book. But I also believe that the problem is within ourselves. We seem to believe that higher grades are more important than honor. If at this stage in our career we’re cheating what stops us from continuing when we treat our patients and have no one that we’re accountable to? 

 I almost feel like I’m being self-righteous here but it irks me to think that these are the kind of doctors that are being trained; ones without the ability to actually admit to themselves and to others they’ve made a mistake.  It could mean the difference between life and death just admitting that you don’t know.

My mother is a lecturer and some students actually hacked into her laptop and stole her exam questions. She told me about this before I started school and I couldn’t imagine how anyone could do something like that. Now I know that if I were faced with that same choice I might falter.

I don’t know what it is about this place that makes you want to succeed no matter what it takes. 

I’ve seen girls who lead boys on so that they have their medical school study buddy who teaches them.

Then there’re the people who don’t talk to you till they realize that you can teach them something, then its bye bye till the next encounter.

I don’t know maybe this is the real world and everyone wants to succeed. But at what cost.

Hurting other people’s feelings, cheating, stealing, and lying? 

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The end

It started in a closet with secret phone calls and first i love yous 

It ended and I never looked back

It started with a poem, baring our hearts and soul gazing

It ended in a noisy hall on a Monday eating soggy French fries

It started under a shooting star on a beach…

It started when we tried to make each other feel less pain. It ended.

…It slowly dissolved with less texts and no skype calls

Somehow the end is less beautiful than the beginning. 

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Pressure..

There’s this pressure when you leave here for a while its like you’re supposed to come back with some amazing post up your sleeve as if your disappearance was for meditation on how to be a better tumblrer (a persons who tumbls a lot)

I’m not promising that i’ll keep tumbling i’ve discovered that my interest wanes when it comes to these things. 

i just want to write a little, a lot, rant, not rant. ah idk 

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Ken.

im dont think i even remember how to blog anymore. lol just had a few things i wanted to say that were kind of eating me inside. 

im afraid to say that ken was a really good friend and write on his wall and cry and all that. its not that he wasnt my good friend. even ppl less close to him have written on his wall but i feel like i cant like i have no right to because i wasnt there when i could have been.

 i mean its not like i went to visit him when he was sick and i was five minutes away. i could have gone.. i even had enough connections to get me right by his bedside so where was i? i had a plan to get someone to deliver a get well soon card..when i heard you were better i said i’ll see you once you’re at home… ive spent the past few days wondering if he knew his friends really cared about him.. or were even thinking about him …

i know i can justify why i didnt go and see him.. i mean it seemed like it would do more bad than good.. but the card. i cant justify not doing that.. not callin when i have his number  on whats app bbm. skype maybe i didnt want to really believe he was that sick.. like how now i dont want to believe he’s gone.

im still imagining you comin to visit ruth and i next semester. and this time i promise i wont have anywhere else to go and we can spend the whole day together. Youre such an sweet person. i remember the time you stood up for me in Yarney class when i bombed that test and my punishment was to stand up.. i remember during Yarney classes and how we had a thing or whatever that was.. and texted each other a lot …. in SOS i remember you bein annoying, always worrying me… i remember being jealous of your over a 100 page CS coursework .. you kra the thing was only coursework and you finished it during the summer.. the thing that some of us hadnt even started. i remember your dedication to your school work and how even though you had the hardest combination in IB i never heard you whine but you constantly worked hard. i remember all those fun times.. andreas house, stellas birthday party, the impromptu sleepover at Pakos house, breakfast at golden tulip, eating papaye at your house with sammy and sanaa,when you came to visit ruth and I.

i vaguely recall this story about how a girl claimed she had sent a basket of good wishes to her friend in her mind instead of getting her present. of course when i read it i thought what a brilliant excuse for forgetting someone’s birthday. Problem was that her friend would never know that she sent something.. that’s what i did for Ken.. what if knowing that we were there thinking about you, loving you, could have made the difference. Now everyone is writing on your wall and you cant read it and be vimmed to know that we’re by your side. 

idk what i hope this post achieves all i know is that i dont ever want to forget kenny f baby or miss someone from afar and not do anything about it. 

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One True Love

You own my heart. the others just rent the space. hehe


This was some sick ronning line i was keeping for someone very special. Obaa, i think you deserve it.

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nationalgeographicdaily:

Sea Pens, New ZealandPhoto: Brian Skerry
Soft corals called sea pens, usually found at depth, and a blue cod appear in shallow waters in New Zealands’s Long Sound reserve, where tannin-stained water blocks light. When distrubed, sea pens emit a greenish light and can deflate, retreating into their bulbous feet.

only a stupid zoology student  in legon would know this … its phyllum is cnidiria and its not a plant more of a jellyfish. smh.  botany is going to be suicide.

nationalgeographicdaily:

Sea Pens, New Zealand
Photo: Brian Skerry

Soft corals called sea pens, usually found at depth, and a blue cod appear in shallow waters in New Zealands’s Long Sound reserve, where tannin-stained water blocks light. When distrubed, sea pens emit a greenish light and can deflate, retreating into their bulbous feet.

only a stupid zoology student in legon would know this … its phyllum is cnidiria and its not a plant more of a jellyfish. smh. botany is going to be suicide.
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my friends and I at the mall on some random monday night playing the lying down game at 12 am…. this pic gives me vim for the azonto flash mob.. 
everyone who’s going to be in gh. charle lets do this!!!

my friends and I at the mall on some random monday night playing the lying down game at 12 am…. this pic gives me vim for the azonto flash mob..
everyone who’s going to be in gh. charle lets do this!!!

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Christmas!!!!

Christmas plans. 1. Plan an azonto flash mob in the mall. 2.Open a pancake and waffle bar for people going back home on 31st night.

Even though this is virtually impossible, I love imagining it. I can’t wait till 23rd!!! Yippee

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the-beautiful-mind asked: Manorki hiiiiiiii!!!!! I hope u r doing great by God's grace!!! Can you please start blogging again aabbbbbaaaaaiiiiii!!!! hahaha!!!

oh Mama ill try and start again. its a combination of laziness and lack of internet ill try and blog again but i cant promise.

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He wants it all.

If you actually question how much all is then you are not ready to give it all.

All is EVERYTHING.