The exam was grueling, painful, mind-numbing! No breaks! Just a slow build-up of tension in the neck and back, just between the shoulder blades! After I reached the half-way point (question number 92), my mind literally began to shutdown. Processing the remaining questions was like trying to access a website that does not exist -- try back later.
That evening I received a text from a classmate who summed up the experience rather succinctly. It read: "So, if pathology exams were a kick in the balls, what we just did was complete castration . . . with a soup spoon! Ouch!"
The next morning I could not help but note the irony of the topic of our 8 o'clock class: hypogonadism. An appropriate lecture given the fact that I now found myself walking into class with a eunuch-like swagger!
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