So yesterday was 25 June 2009, and for me it will be a day that will be burnt in to my memory along side such days as 11 September 2001.
Yesterday I completed my time at medical school, and finally became a doctor. I have spent the last 7 years looking forward to the day, and just as I suspected when it finally came I was probably one of the most happiest in the world. My final exam was in OBGYN and at the beginning of the year I was really worried about it, as it is a speciality that I have never really taken much interest in throughout my time at medical school. As the exam got closer and closer, my anxiety towards it increased proportionately. On the exam day it self, I was so worried that I was only able to sleep 3 hours, which meant that I was up at 2am for a 12pm exam. Needless to say I was quite tired and was running on adrenaline by the time I started my exam. The short version of this story is that all my worrying was unfounded, as the exam was not as bad as I thought it would be. So when it was over and I was told that I passed I was obviously really happy. To say that my achievement has sunk in would be a lie, as even now I can not quite believe it. If I were to guess, I think it will happen sometime next month when I start working, probably while I am doing something quite insignificant like having a cup of coffee.
As is the way of the world though, it is not possible to have the good without the bad, and yesterday that bad for me was the announcement that Michael Jackson had passed away. I was first introduced to Michael Jackson's music back when I was about seven or eight by my uncle. He had just bought the 'Off the Wall' album, and I remember sitting listening to it with him and my brother. From that day he became my favourite solo artist and as I grew up I continued to listen to his work. When I think of Michael Jackson, my first image is of his 'Bad' album cover. That is the way I will always remember him. I think this is probably because that was the first album that I ever owned, and I remeber it was bought for me and I listened to it so much that by the end of the week I knew the words to every song. My childhood is scattered with moments associated with Michael Jackson, and I am glad to say they are all good memories. To be honest I was always expecting this day to come, I just never thought it would be so soon and in such a manner. Like many my age, I always thought that there was plenty of time, and even this year when I was not able to get tickets to his concerts I was not so bothered. But now all I have is his back catalog to listen to, and though it is one of the greatest I feel that this second wind he was trying to catch would have been a true return to form that we all remember him for. Oh well, the man taught me to appreciate music, how to dance, opened my eyes to the rest of the world and gave me some of my greatest memories. I will always appreciate what he did for me, and I will never forget him. He is my generations Elvis Presley, and I just hope that the next generation will be lucky enough to have a star as big as Michael. Somehow I doubt it very much. My best wishes go out to his family.
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