Of College oral exams...

[SIZE=4]Medical school oral exams and OSCEs should be like boxing matches. They should have a referee. The examiner and you, the student, should be opponents with equal rights and should both wear shorts with no shirts.

You see in boxing, a time comes when one knocks the stupidity out of the opponent’s head so hard the guy just falls down and convulses. This is where the referee gets in. IN BETWEEN. He stops the match because A PERSON CAN DIE . Or at times a blow knocks the frontal cortex of a nigger so hard he gets confused and loses concentration. He can’t control his hands anymore and from there a barrage of blows fall on him as he helplessly throws his hands in the air defenselessly. Or at times you just eat too many blows in your mandibles you cry out, “I yield, I yield” and the referee gets in .IN BETWEEN.

In medical exams though, eh, life can be hard friends. Not hard small. Hard like those things in Ezekiel 23:20. The waters are deep. Here, the examiners like Daniel Kinyuru Ojuka , Ngwazi Awori and Andrew Odhiambo are the referees. And also your opponents. Nobody can get IN BETWEEN. Unless you hide in the blood of the lamb friends, A PERSON WILL DIE.

You always start the fight professionally. Dodging here and throwing a decent jab there but surely at some point the referee-cum-opponent will throw a sucker punch straight from hell to your forehead. Or mandibles. It will stun you and throw you off balance. You see a couple of stars and reel backwards trying to regain balance. Friends, when an examiner sees you reel, they get manic. And very excited. They see a chance to end this game. So they rush in with 67 blows on all corners of your head. If you are lucky, you will recover your balance and defend yourself, but in most cases once the sucker punch lands, by the 4th subsequent blow, you are out. Your mental state has dropped to 12/15 and you have a swollen head.

Brethren, all you will be doing is throwing your hands uselessly in the air or trying to hug the other boxer while all his blows now land. This is normally where the referee should get in. IN BETWEEN. And stop the match. But here, friends, the referee is also the boxer. And he does come in alright, but with only more blows to your now bloodied face. Your mouth is dry. You are gasping for breath. Your limbs are weak. You long lost the war. You wouldn’t know the answer even if you were asked what your name is. You don’t know where you are. So you run away to your corner with your now dry mouth, having given up.

You think ati Syokau Ilovi will now stop the fight? Hohoho! She will follow you to the corner saying , "I’m gon ask you the last question, I swear if you miss it,… " Then the referee proceeds to box 46-questions-in-one into your groin. You fall to the canvas begging, “Imetosha. Imetosha. I surrender.” But the ref just won’t stop the match. Not even if they are called Gitobu Mburugu. This is the part where some just break down and cry bucket, but the referee always picks them from the floor to their feet and asks “Give me the histological classification of lymphomas and you will have redeemed yourself”. You walk out of that ring feeling used.

Sometimes though there are two examiners-cum-referees per student. When you are practically dead is when Professor Rogena says, “Professor Gatei, please take over.” Jeso!! Since when did we start killing dead people?? But you will hear the other Prof say, “Thank you doc.” And now A PERSON STARTS DYING. AGAIN. You wake up two days later in hospital injured and damaged for life. Things are elephant in that ring, friends.

Eeh…As for me and my family, the next time I walk into that arena, I must have a neutral referee from LSK ,KNHCR or KMPDU with me… I don’t want whatever the concussion that the legendary Professor Kwasa dealt my cousin Kevin Mochengo. Or the PTSD that my brother Graham Masika has when he meets the almighty Eugene Genga four years later, even in church. Or the bloodied face and buckets of tears that my daughter Njeri Githaiga shed at the feet of Dr.Ezzi. Or the extradural haematoma that Prof Lukoye Atwoli put on me, your humble servant, last November. Just who will teach examiners when to stop? Chei, Christ died for us all. I will not die again. I kent. A PERSON CAN DIE!!

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please sponsor change that colour.i wanna read this

They should just end…Za COC zilinipeleka mbio kama baiskeli ya kuibiwa…ni ile one on one hakuna mwakenya as we were used during other exams

Lol ferk this shit for real this is not even funny its sad,

:D:D:D:D

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thankyou

We started ours in first year buda, the independent observers, lecs from other universities were lenient, our lecs ndio they used to slay us if you meet with them in the room, i don’t even want to remember this shit

Funny Sheit right there. And its not only in medical school that this happens, I once exchanged some nasty words with a certain prof. Egau.

Haha @Luther12 prof Abinya alinipiga uppercut

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Orals zangu za kwanza niliulizwa kuhusu Brachial plexus…nilisahau ata roots zake

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lec ni mefffiii they would carry grudges all over wanakutesa when you needed their support most

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Hehehe…they always commence in first year. With lecs from all over the EAC and elsewhere in attendance.

Panic attack!

You saw stars and ‘madimdim’ as well eh? :D:D:D

@luther, KT and PMT, and later Kibwage walinipiga two hot slaps and a sweep back then. (11-14yrs ago). How time flies!

Mtu huingia pale and somehow everything evaporates bana. Unabaki uki-stammer bila sababu.

thinking about oral n verbal…if oral refers to stuff going through the mouth e.g. food, bjs; n verbal refers to stuff said by the mouth… or communication through the mouth. zinafaa ziitwe verbal exams

Prof Awori ukijibu ufala alikuwa anapasua halafu Anita Prof OG ATI " ona huyu"

:D:D:D:D

Prof. Musoke bado yuko? "What else? … What else? … " I met that lady in practicals with Dr. Jowi… Weeeeweee!

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