When you are not a morning person, yet you are a student working under people you don't fully understand because you have moved from your regular lecturers to your preceptors, you start to miss the old days. You knew exactly how each lecturer would react if you did not get to class on time, or if you did not go at all. Now that the learning mantle has been handed over to a new set of people, life seems different.
We do everything we can to make sure bad reports do not get back to our lecturers, and keeping to time is essential. Otherwise, your logbook might not be evaluated, or you might face other consequences, depending on the unit head.
We were asked to arrive on time the previous day, and I struggled to get out of bed even after my roommate tapped me awake. I spent several minutes thinking about how the cold water would feel on my skin and whether I was really ready to face it. Then came the dressing up and the rush to catch up, as I was already late.
I skipped breakfast after dressing, and the rain decided to pour down a little. Luckily, I found a means of transport to the hospital.
On arrival, I found out that some of my colleagues were absent, and the preceptor wasn't bothered because he thought we were not coming around. I felt so pissed, knowing I could have slept in, strolled down at my own pace instead of hurrying, and gotten my beauty sleep and time for makeup.
I really envy those who don't mind waking up and starting their day as early as possible, and on school days I wish I were among them.
I miss the days when we just had lectures, or when we were with people we knew how to play around with. Hopefully, I will get through this.
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