Mydriasis

The haze was as bad as yesterday when my mum drove me to Bukit Jalil this morning. I was going there not because I miss my university very much and can’t even let it out of my sight during holidays but I really needed to shift my things to my new room or else I would be doing everything at last minutes.

Nothing interesting happened when I was moving my stuff,just felt lucky that I ate my breakfast because it is more energy consuming than I thought. Exahusted,drenched in sweat,I walked to the stalls nearby and bought lunch. The stalls were just opposite the university and something caught my eyes. I recognised a group of people from my batch carrying books or rather notes and stethoscopes walking down the ram from the uni. They wore formal and even looked formal. My new roommate nudged me.

“Ey,look,what are they doing in uni during holidays?”

Both of us were thinking at the same time. Having fun in the student lounge? Didn’t seem like it. Playing sports? No way,their attire gave them away. Oh-no…can’t be. They seriously can’t be studying or practising clinical skills during holidays,not when we really deserve this “hard-earned” HOLIDAYS. I might be wrong but the history claimed otherwise. Our seniors actually saw some of our batchmates studying in the library during last holidays.

So my title comes into play-mydriasis. According to wikipedia,”mydriasis is an excessive dilation of the pupil due to disease,trauma or the use of drugs. Normally,pupil dilates in the dark and constricts in the light to improve vividity at night and to protect the retina from sunlight damage during the day. A mydriatic pupil will remain excessively large even in a bright environment and is sometimes colloquially referred to as a “blown pupil.”"

Yes,I was almost sure that my pupils dilated,according to the physiology behind this at least. I was a bit shocked. I just can’t understand. Can’t medical students do something other than anatomy,microbiology,pathology and blah blah blah? Why must they be so overly disciplined?? Why do they have to be so serious all the time??? Bewildered and perplexed,I tried not to think what would I look like in their minds,having not studying a tiny bit so far.

At last,everything was done. Furnitures cleaned. Floor cleaned thrice. Obsessive compulsive disorder? (again=P)