Waking up at ungodly hours for lectures, surviving on instant noodles in the hostel, and constantly battling imposter syndrome. But hey, at least I can now tell a femur from a fibula. Small wins, right?
Waking up at ungodly hours for lectures, surviving on instant noodles in the hostel, and constantly battling imposter syndrome. But hey, at least I can now tell a femur from a fibula. Small wins, right?