My Irish Memories, part I

   So it’s 4 in the morning, and I can’t sleep. I was lying in my bed, reminiscing about my days in Ireland ages ago, when suddenly I thought, “hey, why don’t I jot it all down, to serve as reference for my future self?” If I happen to get famous along the line, it’ll save my autobiographer a lot of time.

   So let’s start, shall we?

   In The Beginning…
   In late 2000 / early 2001, some representatives from a medical college that shall remain nameless (for now) made a presentation in my matriculation college. I am totally NOT interested; I have my eyes set on studying computer science, which is reflected on the fact that I gave up Biology in favour of…. Computer Science. Pretty clear-cut, right?

   Anyway, I went for the presentation because my best friends insisted that I accompany them — nothing more. The whole thing is mildly interesting (and short, too — which is good), I filled out the forms that were given (why? WHY?) and the whole thing slipped out of my mind afterwards.

   A few months later (after I finished matriculation, and got my mediocre results), I am told that I am to attend an interview with the college authorities. Now I’m starting to get slightly annoyed, and I made this mistake of telling my parents. Big mistake. My dad, who never stopped dreaming of having at least one of his sons to become a doctor, got majorly enthusiastic. If I didn’t stop him, I’m pretty sure he’d bought me a pair of leather shoes of my own.

   During the interview, I am the only one who turned up in coat and tie (overdressed!). The session went quite well, I think my English conversational skills at that time is above average (probably), and while I don’t quite remember what the question is, I do remember my answer — something about Siamese twins and the ethics of letting one of them die so that the other may live.

   Yosh, will stop here for now. Will walk down the memory lane later.