DAY TWELVE Saturday 180904
I finished from the field, had a bath and had to return for 9:00am. I got back there late and I think they may have chosen the people who will march already. They chose the first fifty in each platoon and asked the rest of us to stay on the side lines and cheer them on while they marched.
I certainly did not mind. I was just listening to music with my walkman and dancing. Someone looked at me and said, 'You are always in a world of your own; always reading or writing.' I am not sure if that was a compliment.
We had a clinical presentation by a pharmaceutical company today. We had one by a different company yesterday. There is no getting away from this academic stuff, is there? Even in camp, we are still having seminars! I have chosen this path now, but maybe in my next life... Chizzy saw me writing in my journal today and started teasing me about making my journal entries correctly. He said he hopes I am writing EVERYTHING in it. Well, as far as I can tell, I am. I think he may have been referring to Akan...