As i was waiting for the teacher to start, i noticed the bad stench from everywhere of the ward. But it has always been this way. The usual area where we took the lift was occupied by a body of an old grey lady.Stomach bloated and yellow discolouration of her skin. Her eyes areas was dark pigmentated. Luckily, she wasn't my patient as whose patient who died will have to rewrite their history.Mine was a lucky happy old lady with 4adult children who cared for her so much that they even hired a private nurse to take care of her. Her eyes are always shining and even if she did have many complaints, she will still be in her high spirit. But this dead old lady has none-no one to claim her, and even the person from the morgue was too busy to collect her. No one remembers her. They left her.
Then i entered the classroom, where i see me great teacher, he is this oldman with alot of knowledge and wisdoms.
If u asked him a simple question, he will throw in a russian proverbs and explain it with examples from our life.
When explain the theme, it was like watching a movie or interesting documentary. He was very captivating and put everything into the smaller picture so we wont be comfused. Then, a thought came by me....My previous professor was very old too. We didnt see him anymore, perhaps he was in pension now or touch wood,he died. God made us this way, our body wasnt made to be immortal. All the wisdom , knowlegde died with us when we leave. So in order to conserve what we discovered in our life, we need to jot it down!or write a book! but then and again, expressing things and seeing the real thing were not the same way to experience the knowlegde. Things are always most of the time better when fresh!Besides, books and materials cant interact with people. But professors can!
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