Seventy Seven

Is it over so soon?

The days when 8 innostranikis (foreigners) would trudge sleepily and grumpily through snow and sleet to the bus station at 7 in the morning to sleep on the bus, disregarding weird stares from energetic morning-loving Russians .......

The days of sitting in classrooms around brilliant nerds, feisty teacher-fighters *ehem* , a handsome starost, hardworking girls and Mr Stone Man who shows his urinalysis to every teacher who teaches us......

The days of sitting by patients' bedsides, asking "Na shto viy zhaluetes" , "kakova tsveta mokroti" , and " A grudnoi bol bivaet?" and then badgering the "medsestra"s for case histories , and taking multiple pictures of case histories because really , even doctors can't understand doctors' handwritings.........

The days of lectures, of attending them and scribbling the notes furiously onto our "copybooks", of attending them and inadvertently dozing off mid-lecture, of attending them and falling asleep immediately when the lecturer enters the room, of attending them and having an exciting game of chess at the back of the auditorium *ehem* , of not attending them, of not attending them and asking friends to mark our attendance, of not attending them and having to write referats .....


All this has come to an end, and to be honest, mne zhalko...

To my dearest Group 77 with whom I spent 6 years of ups and downs ..... it was a real honour being your groupmate, and I thank you all, for a truly wonderful 6 years of being "Gold Standard" together.