Medical University
A subwiki to Elftown Meds
This is the place for the medical students of Elftown to share their experiences, good and bad, about their university life.
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morima]: Where do I staaart! Being a Semmelweis student (Budapest) in my second year, I certainly have enough of bad experieces to share. This uni is extremely tough in its first years, and well .. Ok, let me tell about this thing that happened with my immunology exam in my first year.
I don't live in Budapest, I live in Norway, and at the end of my first year I was developping an insane homesickness. So because you can choose rather freely when to do your exams here, I chose to do mine over a rather short period of time. Because of this I failed my first chemistry exam (boo hoo), so at the retake I had to do chemistry at the same day as immunology.
This has probably never happened before, because in principle it was impossible; I had to do the immunology together with a group of Hungarian students. I am myself an international student, we're in an English programme.
The test was a multiple choice test where you put all your answers into a diagram on the last page. This diagram is corrected with a corresponding transparency containing the diagram with the correct answers that the professor lays over your answer sheet.
When I went to the Biology department to get my results, they could inform me that sorry, I had failed the exam!
I didn't believe my ears. Basically because I had counted the answers I was 100% sure of before I handed the test in; I must have passed, I knew I had! Still I was only that far from just walking out, -- and nobody would've known what really happened. Fortunately I asked the professor to see the test. And luckily, he discovered immediately that something wasn't right.
These people had corrected my English test with the Hungarian answer sheet! How this was possible, my test having a huge yellow post-it on it saying 'ANGOL', is beyond me. What is even further beyond me was how the professors could stand there -- laughing! -- as I went out! EGADS.
So at this university -- you gotta be ALERT! Cos not all of the professors are. ;)
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Phoxx]: My very first exam of my first year was a total disaster. It was my first time in the big hall with hundreds of tables and chairs and lots of nervous people. First times are always a bit.. uneasy because you don't know what to expect.
So it was sitting there, half way the hall next to the path that seperated the room in two halves. They started to pass out the exams at the far ends and I figured I was going to be one of the last to get a copy... It never got that far.
There are about 350 students in our year, and 300 could fit in that hall. But because of a miscalculation they only printed 200 exams. So 100 people had no exam! And of course "lucky" yours truly was one of them. The supervisor, a bit of an old lady that was going to retire after that exam, put on her rain coat and ran to the main building as fast as her high heels would let her. She came back a few minutes later promissing us that new exams were being printed as she spoke and that we would be provided with them shortly.. YEAH RIGHT!
I took longer than she thought so she ran back again, and there she found out that the files on the computer, needed to print the exam, were missing! I took them over an hour to print exams for the remaining 100 students!! So we sat there for a hour, waiting, not allowed to go trough our notes one more time. Seeing anatomy pictures on the pages that fellow students, who had an exam, were turning.. going trough all the names in my head in case they would ask any of them.
Lets just say that I got more and more nervous with every passing minute.
Eventually we all got exams and I passed it on the first chance. Like one of my professors would say:
take home message of today: Expect the unexpected!
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The Red Baron]: We were having this clinical round at hospital and we passed by a patient with pleural effusion, he had a chest tube.
The doctor handling this patient wanted to remove the tube as the fluid had been drained mostly and the patient was to be discharged. He wanted one of us to assist him.
A friend of mine volunteered so the doctor told him to remove the tube, he did so. There he was, standing and carrying the tube in his hand as he asked the following question, "Where should I put it?"
Immediately, I replied aloud, for all to hear, "You really want me to tell you?"
Stumble!