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AS I walked through the grounds of Melbourne University last week – my first time for 20 years – I decided to dedicate this column to medical students.
I felt poignantly nostalgic about my own experiences, and also judged it a good opportunity for a cheap laugh at the most vulnerable fish in the pond.
There’s nothing like a good belittling to toughen their scales: necessary armour if these minnows are ever to grow up to swim with the College of Sturgeons.
I had arrived at the university at crisp daybreak, an hour before I was due to lecture, and