One day, I want to look back and remember all the wonderful people who helped me scrape through dental school. Who stayed back to do my work for me, who went out of their way to help me rush things and find patients. Who truly personified the saying 'Many hands make light work'.

For now, I shall persevere through this phase where I feel like a workaholic husband neglecting his wife who is on the verge of divorcing him. That's me, married to dental school, about to be disowned by my family.