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 Count to 8…

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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 A comprehensive guide on how get into medicine, maybe…