The quiet segregation no one talks about in medical school
I hated so much of medical school.
Not all of it.
I started eager,
positive and bright.
I was excited.
But I struggled to belong.
There was unwritten, informal
segregation.
Fresher’s week:
I was stoked to try out new things…
Hockey and rowing turned me away—
lack of experience.
I tried something more familiar:
Hindu society.
I was shocked—
they asked me what caste I was from.
It was even in the lecture theatre:
white rugby at the back,
serious Asians at the front,
party Asians in the middle,
cool …
The quiet segregation no one talks about in medical school













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