Today I found myself sitting in Ninewells and bored! ( My brother was seeing a doctor and I was the designated driver) So, like I often do when I get distracted, I began to watch the people as they dashed, stomped and trudged by. People watching is something that fascinates me, watching how each one does certain things and how each react to another. Society is an interesting network of relationships, principles and beliefs. These are all key factors that socialise us in order to shape us into our perception of what society wants us to be.
Anyway, as you can expect a hospital holds a wide selection of people. There were the little old couples who were dressed up with their swaying skirts and bundled up in all their winter garments, the nurses who were swapping gossip on their break whilst trying to keep their crumbs off their tunics and the distressed relatives who are waiting on loved ones as they repeatedly glance up the corridors...
Then there are the medic students. Now, this group of people stands out, drawing my attention from the little old couple I was watching. Although like myself they are students armed with notepads and pens, they carry with them an air of superiority. Badges of pass swinging, the group strides in relentless pursuit of their career. Although any degree is competitive, Medicine is particularly competitive. And this group knew it. These students will be the future doctors and GPs of our cities, and it's rather nice to know that a) they have to know their facts or they would fail and b) that they, like me, did once start off as a student....