diary of a medical student

I was walking down the hospital corridor when I saw Nate up front, though tempted to say 'Hey Dad!' because that's what I affectionately call him due to him being old and balding (haha, I'm so mean!), I ended up just saying

'Hey!' with a small nod.

He threw me a suave look, leaned to my side as he was walking towards me, and held his arm out to me as if he was trying to give me a side-hug. I edged away from his arms and gave a chuckle, and he said,

'That was a high-five!'

I could've sworn he sounded like he wanted to add an '..idiot!' at the back. I just laughed and made a face that hopefully translated to 'whoops sorry, cultural differences!'. But really I think my face translated into 'awkward', in capital letters.

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Since I'm in the same group as Mr. Annoyingface aka JR, I go to small group tutorials with him. Yesterday he found out I was fasting, and at the end of the tutorial he said,

'what are you, playing catch-up Ramadhan?'

*hesitates* 'uhh...yeah. how do you know that?' I said, because Irish people are pretty ignorant when it comes to religion and normal responses to me fasting would be either

'is it Ramadhan?' or 'why?'. so it's quite unusual that he knows I'm qada-ing my puasa. then he said;

'well when I was in first year there's this funny little girl who told me aaaallll about it'

At that moment I couldn't help wondering what the hell was I thinking when I told him about menstruating women skipping their Ramadhan fasting days and having to qada' them later. I mean seriously. What. The. Hell.

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When I was in town the other day, I walked past a little shop that sold secondhand books. The display of the shop caught my attention, but it wasn't the books that did the trick; it was the old records from the 80's. I decided to walk in and check them out, I've always loved independent bookshops. The owners are always old/geeky/eccentric (which basically translates to mega-awesome, in my opinion) and fun to talk to.

I was staring at the gorgeous vintage Billy Murray and Beatles records, wishing I had a phonograph/gramophone to play them at home, when my eyes started drifting towards the old DVD section.

There were a few Agatha Christie Poirot Series DVDs.

Since this was probably Didie's dream come true, I enquired of the DVDs to the shopkeeper.

'She's one of a kind, isn't she,' He said, taking down the DVDs from the upper shelf behind him.

'My sister absolutely adore her,' I said, rather sheepishly, since in all honesty I haven't read any of Agatha Christie's books.

Reading the synopsis at the back of one of the DVDs, I asked 'Which one do you think I should buy for her?'

'Oooh. I'm an EXPERT in Agatha Christie' he said, beaming. He took all three DVDs and frowned his eyebrows, thinking.

'Take this one!'

'Alright, I'll take your word for it,' I said, taking out my purse. He then proceeded to enquire about my hometown and we had a most pleasant conversation which ended with him wishing me good luck, saying he thinks I'd make a great doctor one day.

God I love geeky old people.


xoxo
Atiqah