The Unreleased Script: There is no “We” in Teamwork
PATRICE: I thought Mike’s reflection was pretty goo-
CATHY: Nobody asked you Patrice!
[PATRICE remains silent for the rest of the proceedings.]
PATRICE: I thought Mike’s reflection was pretty goo-
CATHY: Nobody asked you Patrice!
[PATRICE remains silent for the rest of the proceedings.]
“I was enjoying a chicken drumstick when I unconsciously began examining the muscle fibres for sarcomeres. It’s awful, I just can’t stop studying.” (Weird flex, but okay Michelle)
Michelangelo’s skill in recreating the human body can be attributed to his extensive study of cadavers in his early apprenticeships, performing his own dissections at the age of eighteen.
It seems like love is in the air this season. Unfortunately, some of your lab results seem to be showing raised levels of IgE. But do not despair, for we’ve got some top-notch words that’ll work better than any antihistamine!
“The sounds echoing – outside the alleyway. Steady footsteps. The odd snatch of laughter, syncopating the beat. The x-rays rustling beneath the girl’s worn shirt, like white noise, like an insatiable itch, like a sputtering lighter on the last of its oil that, despite the silent Moscow snow, refused to go out.”
The movie follows a Syrian refugee child who attempts to sue his poverty-stricken parents for bringing him into the world (yes, you did read that right). Over its 2 hours and 30 minutes of running time, it takes our beloved Ethics Wheel and unapologetically explodes it into a thousand little pieces.
But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.
A cultish obsession as old as time itself piqued the curiosity of the Jugular investigative team and our reporters sampled the experiences of med freshers regarding the stereotypical peacocking exhibited by high achievers of 2018.
“If only I knew earlier that the Foundies assignment did not count, I would have been able to attend Medcamp and experience what I’ve been missing all these years: the warmth of another human being… I often wonder what that feels like,” said Jarse when questioned, staring longingly at a circle of students congregated on the lawn.
“My body just sort of forgets to wake up,” claims Timmy Little, a prime example of the culprits. “Today’s lectures were probably low-yield anyway.”