Expedition“I’m telling you, this is what we have to do,” said Vivek earnestly. “If we don’t, we’re screwed. Or at least I am.”
The First MBBS final exams were two months away, and the professors had accelerated their classes as well as their expectations into high gear. They were scheduling revision tests and would also spring surprise tests on the students, and it was strongly rumoured that there would be mock exams in a month’s time, after which anyone who failed would have to attend extra revision classes, remedial tutorials and "—other horrible things,” as Vivek put it. “I mean, in a class of two hundred, you can put your head down and sleep, like any sensible person,” he said indignantly. “But where’s the chance of doing that if you’re attending a tutorial with only nine other studen
