Monday, November 17, 2003
A class of our own
I spent the afternoon wondering around aimlessly with mumsg to an elusive beach in williamstown. What a disappointment when we got there! It was pathetic little nip into the coast line with sand that was chokeful with glass and broken shells. We stood there wondering who had told us the place was a true gem. Grrrrrr.. Wait till i get my hands on edision and kenneth.
I made it back in time to go to safeway and kidnap more boxes to prepare for moving day. I think i must be a familiar sight there now, preying on salesmen who were unpacking their stuff. Ready to swoop in for the kill after they were done with the cartons.
I took the tram up to lygon st. to meet my pbl class. Pbl stands for problem based learning. Basically we are given a medical case at the beginning of each week and we have to research and solve it as a group on friday. How much you learn depends on how much you and your group are willing to contribute, and i was really fortunate to have an enthusiastic group who cared about each other's learning curve and worked together perfectly. We all decided to end the ( like w would say) Sensational( !) semester with a celebratory dinner.
We arrived in the order we usually did for lessons which was highly amusing. Dinner started off with rounds of pizza and wine. Even tho' most of the conversation we had had till then were centered on medical cases, we easily slipped into a riotuous, jovial course. W took the centerstage to tell us he was going to get hitched in 18 months time. Soon he was spilling out how he proposed to his fiancee, which was incredibly romantic. A too told us about her beau and soon we were all spilling out our love lives, or for a good half of us , the lack of it. " Doing a mechanism of our love lives," RH joked, referring to our pbl process of drawing out mechanisms of how the med cases occurred.
I shook my head on A's questioning, along with J and most of the undergrads when asked about our better half. " J" W said wryly. " Is HOT property." We all laughed as J tried to hide under the table. " serious!" W continued with a wicked grin. " You should have her at the ball, she was HOT property... And SK," he drawled, turning to SK next to him. " Is a DANCE machine."
The post grads just had so much more in life than us. They had gone thru so much more and it was incredible listening to their experiences. A told us her ambition of intergrating chiropractice and med. W told us that he loved physio but wanted to learn more about the human body than just pure anatomy. We talked and gossiped for a good two hours until the waiters were on the verge of chasing us off. And so ended the lovely evening with a photo that just couldn't do justice in embracing the wonderful times we had spent together as a class. It was the first class I ever truly regretted having to leave. We loitered outside papa gino's , none of us wanting to take the step that would spell the parting of this group forever, for it was a group that was truly a class of its own.
I spent the afternoon wondering around aimlessly with mumsg to an elusive beach in williamstown. What a disappointment when we got there! It was pathetic little nip into the coast line with sand that was chokeful with glass and broken shells. We stood there wondering who had told us the place was a true gem. Grrrrrr.. Wait till i get my hands on edision and kenneth.
I made it back in time to go to safeway and kidnap more boxes to prepare for moving day. I think i must be a familiar sight there now, preying on salesmen who were unpacking their stuff. Ready to swoop in for the kill after they were done with the cartons.
I took the tram up to lygon st. to meet my pbl class. Pbl stands for problem based learning. Basically we are given a medical case at the beginning of each week and we have to research and solve it as a group on friday. How much you learn depends on how much you and your group are willing to contribute, and i was really fortunate to have an enthusiastic group who cared about each other's learning curve and worked together perfectly. We all decided to end the ( like w would say) Sensational( !) semester with a celebratory dinner.
We arrived in the order we usually did for lessons which was highly amusing. Dinner started off with rounds of pizza and wine. Even tho' most of the conversation we had had till then were centered on medical cases, we easily slipped into a riotuous, jovial course. W took the centerstage to tell us he was going to get hitched in 18 months time. Soon he was spilling out how he proposed to his fiancee, which was incredibly romantic. A too told us about her beau and soon we were all spilling out our love lives, or for a good half of us , the lack of it. " Doing a mechanism of our love lives," RH joked, referring to our pbl process of drawing out mechanisms of how the med cases occurred.
I shook my head on A's questioning, along with J and most of the undergrads when asked about our better half. " J" W said wryly. " Is HOT property." We all laughed as J tried to hide under the table. " serious!" W continued with a wicked grin. " You should have her at the ball, she was HOT property... And SK," he drawled, turning to SK next to him. " Is a DANCE machine."
The post grads just had so much more in life than us. They had gone thru so much more and it was incredible listening to their experiences. A told us her ambition of intergrating chiropractice and med. W told us that he loved physio but wanted to learn more about the human body than just pure anatomy. We talked and gossiped for a good two hours until the waiters were on the verge of chasing us off. And so ended the lovely evening with a photo that just couldn't do justice in embracing the wonderful times we had spent together as a class. It was the first class I ever truly regretted having to leave. We loitered outside papa gino's , none of us wanting to take the step that would spell the parting of this group forever, for it was a group that was truly a class of its own.
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