“Hundreds of students from all years of the UNSW medical program are gathered around in front of Wallace Wurth, holding a multitude of home-made signs that proclaimed “3x FOR PRESIDENT!”, “2x IS A CRIME” and “THREE’S FOR P’S”, to list a few.”
“Hundreds of students from all years of the UNSW medical program are gathered around in front of Wallace Wurth, holding a multitude of home-made signs that proclaimed “3x FOR PRESIDENT!”, “2x IS A CRIME” and “THREE’S FOR P’S”, to list a few.”
“Tell us about yourself.” These are the words which I fear the most. I wait dreadfully as each person before me speaks of their hobbies; that of music, sports, or some niche activities. Death’s scythe grinds on the ground as it is dragged towards me. “I don’t really do much.”