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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old
and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
The day our report books come back would be the day I die. Or maybe I would die before that. Seriously, my parents are going to slaughter me. Sigh... They don't realize that I did put in effort for Maths, and that I just can't do well in Maths. Unlike my Humanities subjects of which I did not put in much effort and did rather well, my Maths and Science are total flops even though I put in a considerable amount of effort, and stressed myself out till I was sick. Right.
Well, they still don't know I had fainted, and I don't intend to let them know. After all, it would just be deemed as an excuse of my bad results. Oh well.