Baba God Noni

I remember the day of the 2 semester long cumulative final for pathology and how i felt like a cow being dragged to the slaughter. Less than 48 hrs before i had just finished a cumulative final for Pharmacology which was an essay type, short answer, 33 pages long and over 85 questions with a, b and c exam. I was in the second exam group and had stayed up all night studying, which i hate to do the night before an exam but in this case i had no choice. To say i was scared would be an understatement. I didn't have too much wiggle room. Technically, i could fail the final and still pass the course, but like i said, i really didn't have much wriggle room. I didn't think i knew enough. There was absolutely no way in hell i could remember all these

This doesn't include the final block of notes

But since time stops for no one, that day came and i dragged myself to school. We had to wait for the first exam group to finish as they were running behind. People were standing outside the computer lab, blabbering away. I just sat on the floor half dead, looking like death warmed over, embraced by the cold arms of fear. Most people appeared nonchalant about the exam and some said as much. I mean, there were people who could have 30% on the final and still pass the class. People were talking about how they were sick of studying and just spent the day before on their patio, skimming through their notes. In my head i was thinking "it must be nice". I had been battling for days straight. No skimming through notes on this end. Then i saw this dude, who looked just as bad and if not worse than me. His eyes were red and he looked like he had been put through the wringer. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other in perfect understanding and i started to laugh but we never said a word to each other.

I went into that computer lab in complete and utter fear. I knew i hadn't done enough. I started having trouble from the 4th question. Skin! I was like, Dr. X, for reals? How u gonna ask this question in this manner? It was just a mess from then on. I had to stop multiple times to calm myself down. By question 14, i was convinced, i was going to fail. 86 more questions to go and i was already mentally fucked. Not a good place to be at that time. So i stopped and prayed and i told God i had done my best, this was his time to shine. I was one of the last people to leave that computer lab and i think i used up all my time and my test was submitted by the computer. I was convinced i failed. I called my mom crying, i just knew in my head i had failed that exam. It was a hundred questions and i was physically and mentally tired from the week long battle with both path and pharm.

We were not supposed to get our grade back that day like we usually did, but somehow people figured out that we could see our grade through our course site. Apparently it had been that way the whole year but i never knew until finals cos they usually just emailed you your grade as soon as you were done. Anyhoo, my friend told me we didn't have to wait until monday and i could check the course site. So after trying to find friends who could check it for me and not getting anyone, i chopped liver and decided to check it myself. I covered my face with my hands and peeped through my fingers (the crazy things i do). When i saw my grade, i just started crying. Crying, like my world had ended and i was about to die. I called my mom and almost gave her a heart attack a second time. I scored WAY more than i needed to pass. Way more. Way more. Like, i wasn't even close to my minimum.

This is just one of the examples of the hand of God in my life. I'm not kidding when i say i  am not lucky, i'm blessed.

Judgment day (aka boards) is fast approaching. Tick tock, tick tock. Let's see what God has in store for me. I'm doing the best i can, he gets to finish it. I love it!