You don't have to read at all. Reading back, some of my posts in the context are complex I find and require concentration which isn't a characteristic on some strands of T.S.R. and so it appeals to glance past, and I wrote them.
In my first year I thought the practice was alright, and part of my second year. But it really is the symptom of being a kind of a standard bearer, I reckon, as well as the last point, indeed most points, of comfort and help in the whole large institution which is a very big responsibility, especially if both staff and then many students are awry. I wasn't even aware when I was there much of what I am saying now about the medical facility both being a high reference and inspiration point, often the only thing identifiable, as well as serving this very real function within these real, thick and confused circumstances.
The doctors were always nice, professional, smart, sympathetic and helpful, and correct, in a more than difficult situation, but I really felt like it was some kind of dragon place to go to. The trickiness was also in trying to work out what kind of animals we all were, in this kind of life, should it be life of any kind.
And sometimes, the medical staff seemed to imply that I oughtn't to be there, and I oughtn't to trust even them as they were members of the company. These were my assumptions only though, separately, I did ask and what I write was confirmed, should it be that what I alleged to the medical centre staff was true, and it is far from the fault, ever I suppose, of the staff at the medical centre bec,use they had to help what was wrong, probably whilst assuming they were dealing with happy students in a very good place of study, which is far from the truth, it must be said while I don't relish it at all.) One might not blame the teaching staff, as they were sick, the problem being that the student ought to have brought the tutor to the doctors for relief from the student's problem. There is little else to say, though it seems ridiculous and when I thought of this information in abstraction at times I thought it was a ridiculous idea and arrogant, punch-drunk or simply sickened and mistaken notion.
Perhaps because not only did I very strongly though only partly conciously realise that it must be an impossible role to have, I seemed to get this confirmed to me when I attended. I don't mean there was any lack of professionalism, but my instinct was being, rather than put aside and my soul massaged, at once, verified, to my ongoing surprise.