I spend a lot of time at uni studying late into the night.

My uni has around two dozen tutorial rooms which are filled with the following items for individual and group study:
- A sink
- Tea cups
- Milo/Tea/Coffee
- A kettle
- Sugar
- Whiteboards
- Large tables
They also occasionally contain food, which is not meant for general consumption, since it is usually left there by the groups which study there routinely every week but whatever.

These study rooms are lit by movement-sensory lights, which means that if you sit in the same position for too long the lights begin to dim. Imagine the following two versions of a scenario:

Girl and boy are studying quietly in a room.
No movement for some time
... Lights begin to dim.
*boy thinks: oh yeah, mood lighting too.*
Flight of the Concord's 'Business Time' starts to play.
Boy and Girl get it on.
Girl quits med school.

OR

Girl studies quietly and without movement in the room.
... Lights begin to dim.
Girl: ARGH! SOMEONE IS OUT TO GET ME! KILL EVERYONE...
Security carts girl off to the hospital psych ward across the road where she leaves med school and is begun on an anti-psychotic.

This is perhaps a third option, which is probably more amusing to an onlooker who stands outside.
Girl studies quietly and without movement in the room.
... Lights begin to dim.
Girl: Oh crap.
*Girl begins to frantically move her arms as if possessed and calling on some demon cult to grant her wish*
Insert: which would be to pass medicine, if she (read: me) chose to undertake such a task.
Other med student walks past the room and sees bizarre spectacle: WTF?!

There is a guy in med called... Stan and we call him Creepy Stan because he is, to state the obvious - creepy. And Creepy Stan used to have a terrible haircut which only added to his creepiness. I was met today by a friend in the hallway, I will call her Agrabah.
Agrabah: Crazy Stan got a haircut!!
Caitie: Crazy Stan? Who's Crazy Stan?
Agrabah: It's Crazy Stan... you know, crazy stan. Stan?
Caitie: Oh! You mean Creepy Stan!!
Agrabah: Crazy, creepy, whatever. I must show you... it's odd.
We don't get far before we realise that walking along the hallway only to peer in tutorial rooms, will appear a little odd.
... Later.
Caitie passes the room containing Creep Stan and sees the new haircut.
Caitie: I saw Creepy Stan's haircut. I've got to say it definitely is an improvement on his last haircut. It makes him look less...
Agrabah: Creepy, I know, doesn't it.
Caitie: But still crazy.
Agrabah: Definitely crazy.

Currently I am surrounded by masses of paper in various piles which I'm sure at one stage were organised but now I can't be so sure. They're meant to be divided into various topics - tute papers, lecture notes, assignment notes, clinical skills notes. They're not - in fact, such organisation could not be further from the truth. My current organisation consists of a green environmental bag that contains all my university work and that all my cardiovascular and respiratory notes are bound. That is the extent of it.

I think I should be more worried about this complete and utter lack of organisation but currently I can't seem to think of anything other than the fact that exams are in five weeks. I always considered the pressure on me in the few months leading up to getting accepted into med school was horrendous but I've recently decided that maintaining this position and being proud of the work that I complete during med school is so much greater. I enjoy my time in this degree and the things that I learn so much more than anything else I've ever studied; obviously I get bored sometimes but for some reason I find myself smiling about the things I learnt in a lecture or a tute, and that is something I've never experienced.