I have been, for the past two days, been denied of my usual comfortable seat and desk at the usual study center. It is because it is the Board examinations next Sunday and people, like myself perhaps, obviously have the same propensity to cram. But the quantity is a staggering fact, as I saw one study center to the next full to the brim. And so, the psychiatric reviewer which I have been aching so much to read, since it is where I am the weakest (especially to outlandish drug names), lay virginly unread. I have tried McDonald's, which was too noisy, and studying in our damnable little room, I found, was too depressing. Tomorrow I will try once again, and will come very early, for it is not mere seat and a desk - it is life and death.