Scott’s Spiel

Well, if I thought last week was busy and annoying and wanted rid of it, I had no clue how much worse this week would compare.

Things started to go downhill on Thursday when, after sitting through 2.5 hours of terrible histology with Mr B I got told someone else I know who was applying for a phlebotomy job got an interview. This told me that it takes around 3-4 weeks to get recognised and that they clearly don’t like me. The poor guy was quite taken aback when I told him I’d heard nothing and his comforting words were polite, but devoid of any hope. That could effectively be warning shot #1.

Warning shot #2 that this wasn’t my week came Friday morning. Having finally got some free time I knew I had to head in and get my kilt for the ball. This first place I knew for kilt hire, having hired from them before, was charging a ridiculous £75. I quickly asked Google to sort it out and happily found another that was £25 cheaper! It gets even better, if you print off the special token you save another 10%. I headed in their direction, only to be told the 12th May wasn’t doable. Bugger!

#3 was the big one - I should have known then to give up and hide for the next while. It came when I turned up for our 1pm lecture (having rushed back from town to make it) at the wrong lecture theatre. Bugger! I tried phoning someone to no avail so, not knowing where the lecture was, I shot home. I immersed myself in the latest episode of Lost to try and rid myself of how stupid I’d been. But boy I wish I’d saved that episode for later.

At about 6:45 I got a text telling my the MILE results were available. Excellent - these were long overdue. However, hidden within the next was another warning short. My friend who I worked with on the MILE had got a D. This was a pass but he’d stayed for a while on that day after I left. I wasn’t, or shouldn’t have been, surprised to find out I had an E. I failed. Shit. Immediate reminder of week 1 flooded into my head “You have to be really, really stupid to fail the MILE” said Ian Brown. Well gee, thanks. Was I though? How could I fail an exam that doesn’t test knowledge? I hadn’t sat around all day looking at Scrubs’ episodes on YouTube (though I know some people did). I didn’t start it at 12am and rushed through to get it done with no sleep. I done, what I thought, was my best. So hell, maybe I am stupid after all. Texts of sympathy came in but none could really help and they email issued shortly after made this worse:

Unfortunately, a few students have failed - if you are one of them Dr Brown
will arrange to meet with you next week.

A few? 3? 3 in 250 people failed - only I could get those odds. As for the meeting, I was expecting that. The only problem is, I don’t know what to say.

Shit!