During my first year of med school, there was a guy in my class named Michael who was one of those former finance guys. Michael’s “thing” was trying to get every exam pushed back so we could have extra time to study. Whether we wanted it or not.
One notable example was a biochemistry exam that was supposed to be on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. However, we had an anatomy exam the Friday before and Michael felt that four days wasn’t enough time to study for the biochem exam. Because, of course, it would be impossible to actually study for two exams at once.
After much arguing and the support of a small faction of the class that really, really wanted to honor biochem, the exam got pushed to Wednesday. This effectively thwarted my plans to try to get home for Thanksgiving a day early and not get killed by holiday travelers. It was total bullshit if you ask me.
On another occasion, we got an email the night before an exam that it would be canceled due to a blizzard. The blizzard wasn’t that bad and we received an email later on the snow day that the exam would be rescheduled for the next day, a Wednesday. Michael and a few other students flipped out. They said that they hadn’t been studying on the blizzard day because they didn’t realize the exam would be the very next day. They now wanted the exam scheduled for the weekend. The freaking weekend!!! There was a reason our class got labeled “the gunner class.”
After much arguing, we were finally given the option of either taking the exam on Wednesday or taking it on Saturday. I took it Wednesday.
Then later in the year, we had a neuroanatomy midterm that was taking place the day after the Superbowl. Once again, Michael tried to get this exam pushed back. This was possibly the least obnoxious reason he’d tried to get an exam moved, but I just was fed up with him by this point. I wrote a long email to the professor, saying why I thought the exam shouldn’t be moved. I don’t know if my email made a difference, but in any case, the exam didn’t get moved.
Of course, the karma was that I got the flu right during the midterm and ended up doing terribly on it.
Anyway, so that’s the story of Michael. The real question, of course, is do you think Michael ended up AOA? Junior AOA? What specialty?