Yes, yes I am.
What for? Well, partly for my continued sanity despite all odds (sanity is relative, I'll have you know. I maintain that I am sane until I can no longer function a toothbrush.), but mainly for the healing power of cramming.
Cramming is bad, yes, and revision should be done twelve years in advance and all that, but not one of us can truthfully claim that we haven't been saved by cramming, at least to some extent. So, that's four Cambridge medical students, hundreds of hours of lectures and practicals, and of course more supervisors than you can shake a dismembered gangrenous leg at, and it's the cramming that gets us through. If that doesn't say something, I don't know what will.
So, please excuse me while I spend my Easter holidays lazing around surrounded by books hoping that information will diffuse into my head- cramming will save me in the end. I just need to wait for The Fear to kick in.
Geraldine xxx
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