The Little Wins
One thing I really missed about our first year in medical school was our classroom. I mean it, literally. It was this beautiful well lit oblong room with cross ventilation that could challenge the 'Hawa Mahal' in India. 80% of our subjects in year 2 were based on patient care and so they moved our classes to an odd square shaped room in the basement of our hospital. It was dark down there and it took 10 overhead lights to keep the room sufficiently illuminated. The acoustics were terrible, even with a microphone some of our loudest teachers were barely audible at the back benches. To keep a class engaged was no easy task for the speaker. Not especially for a visiting psychiatry professor with a voice so soft, even dolphins had to strain their ears to listen to him speak. Dolphins are the best listeners! The first 45 minutes of his presentation are still a blur to me, I don't even remember the topic. But, from the 46th minute onward I began to