One of my favourite commentators on all things Maltese (and not) made a very poignant observation this morning in his Facebook stream; the national newspaper’s editorial has finally made mention of the online fiasco that’s been gripping the country for the past few weeks.Whether you admit it or not, it’s impossible not to be mesmerized by the goings-on between magistrate and columnist, played out
Leafing through my RSS feeder this morning as I do every day, I came across an article published by the online branch of the Insiter. It briefs readers on the latest report issued by KSU’s education commission; a report detailing students’ feedback on the entire examination experience.The report(.pdf), which can be found online in KSU’s document treasure trove, systematically deals with all of
I’m sitting up in bed typing this, and I realise that I’ve already been in Peterborough for a whole month. Time does fly!A quick recap is in order, as my actions round and about the country haven’t been catalogued on the blog particularly well. As most of you would have made out, I’ve moved to the UK to take up life as a doctor. My first four months (staring August 2009) saw me working in
A new dawn, a new year and a new decade. There’s something refreshing about celebrating a new year - it affords us all a new start if we want one, or at the very least, inspires us to reboot ourselves. It makes us want to put a bit more energy into whatever we’re doing, and is thus, essentially, a proverbial ‘kick up the backside’.I’m not a firm believer in new year resolutions as such - the
Came across this poster designed by Franco Rizzo, one of the founders of The Collective, a movement for creativity started a couple of months ago. It sports a motto which should ingrain itself into most students, and particularly the medics.Best of luck to all the 3rd, 4th and 5th year medical students kicking off the new scholastic year. Get out there, speak to patients, doctors and everybody.
What a week! I’ve just come off a series of night duties covering the surgical wards, and my body clock’s been thrown for a loop. It’s probably not as strenuous as the 36-hour shifts worked by the boys back home in Malta, but it’s still quite the experience.The night shift here at Addenbrooke’s is quite an interesting one. 3 general surgical wards, an intermediate dependency ward full of very ill