That now means that I'm a final year medic.
On one hand it doesn't feel like I've been at university for 5 years, on the other hand I'm starting to get a little fed up of student living.
It's incredibly scary to think that I have 1 year left at university. 1 year left living near the vast majority of my friends, 1 year left where we have relatively little responsibility, 1 year until I am expected to know what I'm doing...
By the time I get back from elective I have a sneaky suspicion that it will all zoom by in a flash. There will be foundation applications, then christmas, then we find out jobs, then easter, then exams, then graduation.... then the real world starts!
I am planning to celebrate today by cleaning my flat. I am so rock 'n roll.