XV

Life as an assistant doctor is hard. "May you teach other people's children" my aunt once cursed me, as well as a teacher and tutor from 8 years of primary school. And it worked. Her curse is catching up with me every now and then ...

I treat participation in commission exams as an act of God. As a rule, I am either bored - as the student does well, or nervous - when on the contrary. There are, however, aeee ... exceptions to this rule.

1. Diet is apparently a strong point of young doctors' knowledge. At the next stage of rolling, this time allergies, especially those to heavy metals and chemicals (so the more rare forms), a question is asked about skin allergies. The student was a bit confused and fell silent, but as the level of knowledge had been good so far, the examiner decided to help him with auxiliary questions. After it has been confirmed that the excessive use of cleaning agents and cosmetics leads to more frequent allergies, especially skin allergies, the question is asked about the most common disease in models ...

- Anorexia ??

2. Scare off the next one who has been afraid of this moment for at least a year. Every step he took from the door was like the advanced stage of Huntington's Chorea, so much so that I was afraid he might not make it to the chair. Once he sat down, the entire commission felt a solid tectonic tremor that made all of us vibrate. So the dean said to the student:

- Please, stop jerking off like that.

Seconds later came the answer:

- It is easy for Mr. Dean to speak, I could never help myself to jerking off ...

3. Exam number one there, the committee I am a bit tired of with the militant knowledge of the young media. Another student enters, asks about diabetes, classifications, conditions, etc. Everyone listens with only one ear, the dean next to me is drawing aliens on a napkin. The student gets tired of us, and most of all, of medicine. At some point, when we have already moved to the rolling of the diet in diabetes, the question is asked about the division of sugars.

The answer woke everyone up:

- Well, it can be an ordinary crystal, which is loose or in cubes, it can also be a powder or gelatinous ...

I'm going to flick on…. Of course students….

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In the morning, the whole building resounded in bustle, and in the normally deserted corridor crowds of Australopithecines with long bags on their shoulders began to roll almost on the floor with the hands typical of creatures that had just come down from a tree, and with dripping sex at every step and in every word. . Fortunately, most of them have not yet mastered the art of folding sentences, so dullly grooved greetings, welcoming flexing muscles, patting the buttocks and shoulders, and other gestures from the dictionary of primitive peoples dominated.

In order to avoid the crowd of apes with whom I was about to start classes, I went to the loo. Three-hour classes are waiting for me, so I went there to honorably urinate. Trying to experience the last moments of pleasure before the ordeal, I stood over the urinal to relax in the idyllic atmosphere of the public restroom and breathe the air soaked with urine before the lecture. I will not say, I relaxed so much that I even started to whistle a bit, probably "Rain Song", thinking about the rain falling, these squeezing drops ...

WHAAAAAAAM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I jumped all over my pants and hands with what I was going to give away. I turned quickly, hiding the bird as part of avian flu prevention. Half a meter in front of me there was a - a moment before that pleased with himself, but already with a very stupid face - Neadertal. Clutching in his paws the evidence of the crime in the form of a broken paper bag that he struck me. He was also stunned now, and to my polite: "What are you, man, whose mother was involved in the oldest profession in the world, and during one of the paid jobs the latex protection was damaged, which results in a man standing here, do you think you are doing !! ??"

I heard something that looks like his friend from behind, that he apologizes for the mistake. And of course he's sorry.

He will only be sorry. I'm starting classes with him in ten minutes. It will be a loooong part of the seminar. I think that during the course I will come up with some ideas for additional enjoyment of this ape-man studying the art of treatment ...