from ashes to beauty
Life in medical school has never been easy, especially when it comes to professional exams. My God, the system is just designed to frustrate students' efforts. I had worked so hard for my professional exam. Going for series of night classes with my friend Angela. The experience has never been easy, but we believe together we can cross this bridge.
Paying the huge sacrifice for success and to make Mum and Dad proud. Every day, after each exam, we stayed back and have a recheck on our answers, and judging by our performance, I thought we're both doing well. And somehow, I was convinced it will all end in victory.
Finally, our results were out, and we both went to the notice board to check for our results with so much enthusiasm, just with little uncertainty. I was very excited when I saw that I passed. I wanted to celebrate, but then I saw Angela's face. I needed no other explanation; she didn't pass. "How can I celebrate?" I thought.
Angela looked so sad, and I felt her pain. Instead of partying, I sat with her and said, "I'm so sorry. You worked so hard." Angela smiled through her tears. "I'm happy for you, but I just wish it was me too." At that point, I couldn't help it, as tears flowed down my eyes.
"What's left to do with these broken pieces on the floor?" she asked. "Beauty can always come out of ashes," I said to her, and then she felt encouraged and was energized to sit for the exam again, and this time around, she passed, even better than I did, with two distinctions.
Paying the huge sacrifice for success and to make Mum and Dad proud. Every day, after each exam, we stayed back and have a recheck on our answers, and judging by our performance, I thought we're both doing well. And somehow, I was convinced it will all end in victory.
Finally, our results were out, and we both went to the notice board to check for our results with so much enthusiasm, just with little uncertainty. I was very excited when I saw that I passed. I wanted to celebrate, but then I saw Angela's face. I needed no other explanation; she didn't pass. "How can I celebrate?" I thought.
Angela looked so sad, and I felt her pain. Instead of partying, I sat with her and said, "I'm so sorry. You worked so hard." Angela smiled through her tears. "I'm happy for you, but I just wish it was me too." At that point, I couldn't help it, as tears flowed down my eyes.
"What's left to do with these broken pieces on the floor?" she asked. "Beauty can always come out of ashes," I said to her, and then she felt encouraged and was energized to sit for the exam again, and this time around, she passed, even better than I did, with two distinctions.
