"The rest of you can leave, but be mind that you are either clear passed or failed."

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Those were the first words Dr. T spoke after a thirty minutes long of waiting.

Right after finishing our three short cases, 8 of us were isolated. Our clinical marks in total will be calculated, if it doesn’t reach 15% of passing marks ; we will be called to have the fourth short case.

I was among the 7 who were not called. It’s a relief. No doubt. I am grateful. At least – I passed the clinical parts.

We left with a mind full of questions. I kept calculating if I passed, how many marks of theory marks I need, all the calculations ran briefly in my head. I’m good at maths by the way.

Something has lifted off from my back, but it felt heavy still. As though there’s a huge pincer fingers grasping me from moving, not letting me leave. I feel like I’m floating.

The thirty minutes atmosphere was in complete mixture of tight and relief. Result would be finalised two days later, go through the senate, only then to display on our computer screen in two weeks later. I’m still waiting.. Anxiously.