Does anybody still go to church and confess their sins? Well I don’t. And I guess all of those unpardoned oops!-ies has accumulated to such a degree that the Almighty had to strike me down with flu. On HPAT day. Great. 14 February was an ok-ish day and so I decided to casually shiver and …
I tried so hard to think of a title involving a pun on “HPAT” and that was the best I could come up with, sorry. I know I’m a bit late in writing this, but due to me forgetting to put tags on my last post it didn’t get posted until yesterday and I wanted …
You could tell that most of the year were finished the mocks yesterday as everyone came in with makeup on, which means one thing- town. Oh Dublin City, how I’ve missed you! I have been having dreams about Topshop. Seriously. Dreams. About Topshop. It’s been nearly two months since I was last there, I have …
Well, thank God that’s over. I’m literally just home from my HPAT exams, i.e., the “Health Professions Admissions Test” which all medicine applicants are required to sit. I’ve yet to eat anything proper, but the serious hunger this exam has inflicted on me isn’t comparable to any other type of hunger, ever. I could be exaggerating, …
While gasping at the horror of Drew Barrymore’s hair at the Golden Globes, I managed to pull out the HPAT booklet (for which I paid 20 euro, only to get a free, illegally-photocopied copy from someone I dare not mention for obvious reasons) and attempt to do it. I was equally horrified at how badly …