Less than a week before Valentines’ Day (not like Health Scis get any play, though), 250 students’ dreams of medical school were brutally shattered by an event that commentators could only call, “the exact same thing that happens every year”. 1.5 words of muddy feedback were dumped upon each student; spirits sunk; tears fell; GPAs preemptively grew flaccid… that’s right—
NOCAT #1 grades came out.
The tragedy’s fallout angered many and their families, some of whom demanded a re-evaluation of the HHPS (?) ethos and grade adjustment protocol.
“I came into this program thinking I’d leave with a 4.0. Now, I’m thinking dentistry,” testified one anonymous martyr.
“I’m crashing out,” complained at least three students in the “mac healthsci ‘28” group chat (colloquial language for academically-induced ego death).
A select few extremists have raised the point that grades lower than 98% are not, in fact, the end of the world— but their ostracization for holding such opinions has pushed them to the sidelines of society.
What will happen to the HHHH (??) program’s totally-not-disingenuous first year family dynamic? Will suffering bring them closer together, or has enmity begun to brew among the lonely? Only time will tell.
The Procrastinator 