my lil’ world

i realized this wasn’t my first time hating med school.
i remembered back in the time, i hated it for all the difficulties it gave me.
another reason was i wasn’t really good in remembering things so i hope u could imagine how hard the effort i did when the exams were coming. i wanted to throw up every time i worked too hard, that didn’t feel good at all.
there were some other reasons actually.
i envied friends from other majors who could spend more time to have some fun.
they could finished their education in 4 years, then started to work, had their own money & blah blah blah..
okay, perhaps i have dealt with those things, but lately i’ve got new reason to -again- hate my school.
my school never had fixed schedule of almost all programs.
we never had academic calender, which i could say very disappointing.
students would never know when the exact date of registering new subjects, exams & many other activities.
i didn’t really mind this minus thing until it really bothered my personal plan.
i wanted to spend my holiday in banjarmasin after the short semester ended.
rumor has it that students got 2 weeks before a program called yudisium was held.
i thought 2 weeks would be long enough considering i would probably never had holiday this long next time.
then i went to banjarmasin with all joy since i haven’t gone back home for a year.
3 days after my arrival, i was informed that the yudisium was planned to be held a week earlier. it wasn’t a rumor anymore, it was 100% certain.
owh God, i was completely broken to pieces when i read that message in my cellphone.. i was torn.
i couldn’t help the feeling of losing a precious week that supposed to be mine!!
i supposed to stay longer!
that was the time when i felt great anger inside of me, my school stole my little time.. it was already little time & still it was reduced. STOLEN was the best word!
i only got 5 days remaining..
i shared my time to be with my family, my friends and my home.
this moment was the first time i felt how each second was meaningful, precious.
a week in a year to be in hometown..
how excruciating..
who would say that’s enough?
who would say that’s fair?
it’s never been enough for me.
i will always remember that my school separated me from a place, people & everything i loved..
i know it’s insane to think that way but i don’t really care.
if only my school had fixed schedule, i would have been more prepped.
heartbreaking still, but i thought it wouldn’t be worse.
this was extremely disappointing.
my school was the only one  to blame.
i hate my school!