…and then he closed the door. It was the last time I saw him.
Never before had I imagined that studying medicine could
be so stiff. Neither had Adam – my classmate at the Medical
University.
Love it, or hate it, everyone during the first year showed nervousness, but not him. I always thought that he was the most composed of us. Before the exams, he tried to clear the air, as hardly anyone could endure the strain. Adam seemed to have been coping with that situation better than the rest of us. He used his strongest weapon against wide spreading stress-jokes, which he tried to tell with an extremely dry jest. Everyone could not do anything, but burst out laughing.
Adam had not at all been a conjurer. He usually gets into trouble with passing the exams. Despite of his beam-ends at the university, he still had plenty of other ideas what to do during his “free time” apart from learning. He enjoyed reading criminal books, played computer games, and even went to the cinema every weekend.
Nevertheless, in the end, he passed all of the exams, until that day.
It was going to be his last test of anatomy. We all knew it that as always he would have luck and fall on his feet. Unfortunately not that time. The
professor put a list on his desk with the names of students who failed the exam and consequently did not graduate. Much to our surprise and regrets, we saw Adam at the top of the list.
Adam went out of the professor’s room with tears. Then he closed the door. It was the last time I saw him.