My carrot - summer, home, family and bf - dangle right in front of me, but ever still out of reach. The looming exams are the final, massive hurdle before the carrot. It's not even exam stress. It's apathy, which is worse. There's psychiatry and geriatrics - two things I care very little for, and a slightly redeeming bit in the form of specials (skin eyes ENT) - proper medicine that doesn't revolve around vague definitions. At least there's Easter to look forward to.
And I'm still nowhere near in knowing what I want to specialize in for the rest of my life. I'm starting to hate the question 'so do you know what you want to do' as much as I hate the 'why did you choose to study medicine in the UK' question - as though I had a simple explanation for it, that doesn't resemble an hour's session on a shrink's couch.
I am just so sick of 4th year.