During the summer of 1992 I was in my last year at medical school, studying for Finals—the exams to end all exams (well, for a couple of years anyway). My diary recollects an attempt to escape the physical bonds of chair and desk through poetry...
Class of '92 (Otago Medical School, Dunedin NZ)
I hated study.
Gravity seemed to tug endlessly, pulling my weight into the hard chair and starving my backside of oxygen causing pain so I SHIFT and SHIFT and SHIFT, never comfortable. I would be hot and bothered, unshaven, with a dripping nose and hair unbrushed. There was never enough time in a day and never restful sleep at night. It felt so unhealthy. A pale slave to learning, outside those more fortunate would be enjoying the onset of summer....
Shimmering in the warm light of the Day Star
Beneath airs of remarkable tonic,
Are emerald waters of liquid jewel.Serene is the lapping of waves against
Dazzling white sands that
Crunch softly underfoot;
A comfortable heat soothing sole and soul.Ones' moisture is distilled to a summer wine
That presides briefly upon the brow,
Only to be milked by the rising airs
And carried away by the gentlest of breezes.
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