Count to 8…

At a stage when I was younger, there was nothing more I obsessed over than becoming Miss South Africa. Whenever it was being aired, I would run wildly through the house yelling to my mom and sister that it was starting, and we’d be glued to the screen for the next few hours. I’d then... Continue Reading →

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A comprehensive guide on how get into medicine, maybe…

Eventually I can call myself a final year student – and it feels weird. It’s weird that next year I will have a job, a new environment, and money (okay that part is just awesome). It’s weird that I will no longer have the safety-net of yet another year of studying – something which I’ve... Continue Reading →

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