Who's meant to be teaching us?

摘要

"Who's meant to be teaching you?" The harassed registrar looks up expectantly from her bleep. "We don't know", three of us chime at once; we know the drill, we've spoken these lines many times. "It just says on our timetable 'ward teaching'." The smell of alcohol gel fills the air as we all move to one side in unison, still rubbing our hands together. The porter with his trolley looks back at us with amusement as he passes. If only we would just blend in a bit more. We stare blankly at the registrar. She stares back. "Well what do you want to do then?"