Girl, You Have No Faith In Medicine.
Its 11:30 am. I walk into building four, the sun is shining through the skylight into the white marble interior, girls are huddled together in small groups around the place revising for the exam at 1pm.
They were sitting across the building from me in clear view, just sitting there, laughing and chatting. This is Pharmacology final exam, 120 multiple choice questions from hell, and they are just sitting there enjoying themselves.
It’s 12pm now, Ghada and Dina are sitting next to me. “You can always spot them, they’re not nervous at all” said Ghada. “Them?” “Yeah, them. The ones who bought the exam questions from the doctor. It’s been the same group of girls since first year”.
P.S. whenever I come across the drug Acetaminophen, I remember Fahad and "Girl, You Have No Faith In Medicine".