I am becoming convinced that the sole purpose of the last week of term is to slowly suck the life out of all medical students. This is Academic Week. It is five days of shivering in lecture theatres with inadequate central heating while being talked at about things that we already know.
Yesterday, we sat through an afternoon that would perhaps have been useful if we had had it in Year 1, Week 1. Not Year 4, Week 16. The unfortunate soul who had been asked to deliver a lecture on basic immunology opened with a statement that nothing he planned to say would have any relevance at all to our exams. In a reference to Th1 and Th2 cells, he said doubtfully that some of us might have heard of those. I’d be surprised if more than half of the year was awake — especially after he said out loud that we wouldn’t miss much if we went to sleep. I think most of us who stayed awake did so only because it was too bloody cold to go to sleep.
Today, three separate people referred to the Disability Discrimination Act as though it still exists. I am probably not the only one who thinks that a conversation about disability law would be more valuable if it was had in the context of the actual legislation.
I live in hope that the rest of the week will be less painful, but I am not holding my breath.