My classmates are crazy.

(/on a lighter note...)

"Are we driving to the maternity hospital, or are we taking a cab?" Andrea asked, confused as to what our plan was, on how to get to the next tutorial from the Midwestern Regional Hospital we're doing our Paediatrics rotation in.

"I could drive, I don't mind."

"But Laura...there are six of us*."

"One of us can lie in the car boot"

"Niall's the smallest!" I chipped in quickly, a huge grin plastered on my face.

"...said Atiqah, as she looks UP to me." Well. Niall is actually taller.

I rolled my eyes and we all walked to the parking lot, where Laura parked her car. I was naturally the last one to reach her car, seeing as everyone else was from the Long-Legged Caucasian alien race. When I got there, everyone was gathered at the back of the car, and I saw Niall climbing into the boot.

"Wait guys, you were actually SERIOUS about this?!?!"

"No shit."

"But..." I started, but everyone else was already getting into the car, leaving Niall in the boot like it was the most natural thing to do ever.

Hilarious exchanges include;

Mike: Is there a road with a lot of speed bumps that we can go through...?
Niall: *yelling from the boot* I HEARD THAT MIKE.

Andrea: Are you still alive, Niall?
Niall: Yeeaaap.

Laura: Would you like some music, Niall?
Niall: Crank it upppp!!

Also, on the way back, there was a strong smell of something delicious in the car, and nobody knew what is was.

Well. It was Niall, eating his lunch in the car boot because he was bored.




I'm going to miss these nutjobs.



Atiqah

*In Ireland, you can't squeeze as many people as you like in a car. You can get pulled over by the guards** for carrying five passengers instead of four.
**The Irish call their cops the Gardai. But because the Irish language is going extinct, they just call them guards, which is, the english translation of gardai.