“…I have passion in teaching, blah blah…”
Dr. Gadallah’s energetic introduction enlivened back my ambition to
be a lecturer/teaching professor one day. I do not want to be a lecturer
because my husband tells me so or because someone wants me to slow down work in
the field.
I want to be a person who can help people access information with
meaningful understanding. I want it to be fiery passion.
Our lecturers here in Kasr al-Ainy Faculty of Medicine have various
techniques to keep us stay awake. Because everyone knows our brain
capabilities.
Two hours non-stop monotonous lecture? I should be thankful enough no epileptic
attacks are involved.
I have seen there are quite a number who fall under the ‘X Factor-category’.
One of them, Dr. B was fairly witty and knew well to win our hearts. Definitely
patients’ favorite doctor, I think.
He interchanged in between that day’s lesson with jokes, personal
stories and real-life questions.
“If your husband wants to marry another woman, will you…”
With due respect to women all around the world having rights to choose, I was certain to shriek, “No” but Dr. B left me no option.
“…will you allow him or KILL him?”
Female territory in that small lecture room was mute. Oh doctor, you
gave most of us no option. I knew he did not mean ‘kill’ literally. I just
prefer “Not allow” over “Kill him”. Gosh.
Then I heard my good friend who recently learnt to curse in English whispered
to me, “Go to hell!”, intended for such question. Then, her wicked smile.
I shouldn’t have let her watch that assassin movie.
I think I’ve planted the seed of a potential killer.
:O
p/s: I thought I was the only mean one. I just love my friend.
