So you're a med student?

I apologize for saying earlier that I will have no student-related stories to tell, I actually have a couple that I've gathered over the summer that I would love to tell. So, lean forward in your seats, clean your ears and listen to some Arab humor.
The following story took place in an old auditorium in Cairo University's vet school.

Looking around the auditorium I wondered what everyone's story was. Those five girls in burkas five rows ahead and to the right, what did they have to talk about so discreetly? Those two dudes two rows straight ahead, those stares and winks aren't going to work on the group of four girls to your right bros, trust me on this one. You, random girl behind me, can you please stop breathing down my neck? Jeez woman, have some respect for the glorious medicine we're about to learn!
What was I doing at the vet school anyways? this was supposed to be an advanced First Aid class provided by the Medical School, sort of an intern's first aid basics, a short, sweet 1 week course, so what were we doing at the vet school?
Down the rows I saw the little ailing door to the left of the stage open and a medium height man walk in. Dressed in a light blue shirt and a black tie, he looked like a doctor. You just know these people over here, you can't mistake them for accountants or blacksmiths, they're distinctive. That balding head, that sweaty, hard lined face, that gaze that swept over us in authority.

"So, I know a lot of you here aren't with the med school. So who here is from the Dental school?"
a group of around fifty raised their hands.
"Vet school?"
a group of around thirty raised their hands.
"Sciences?"
a group of around fifty raised their hands.
"Physical Therapy?"
around a hundred raised their hands.
"I see. Now, which ones of you are cursed with being medical students?"

A group of around eighty raised their hands, myself included. True, I was a pre-med, but just because the US worked differently than Egypt didnt mean I didn't earn the right to be here.

"I see. It's obvious from your exhausted faces and your inability to even raise your hands from exhaustion"

The only laughter that sounded were from the non-meds. The med students received the comment with grave faces. Nothing can make these faces smile, they've frozen in a squinty looking-at-a-textbook kind of look forever.

"You know, you guys shouldn't be scared of all the things we're going to learn over the next week. We're going to be putting urinary catheters in, piece of cake. Stitches, walk in the park. Stomach pumping, ha, you'll be able to do it in your sleep. We're doctors, we don't get scared, on the contrary, they scare little kids with our image these days!"

I looked around the auditorium. Sure, those faces were grave enough, yet none of them seemed intimidating enough to scare off any little kid with candy.

"We're doctors. We have cadavers in our freezers, we have intestines chilling in out fridges, we have formaldehyde ready at every funeral, we can stitch flesh and skin faster than our mothers can stitch clothes, we can give injections faster than they can stick a needle in a piece of cloth. We're doctors, and we don't get scared"

Over the course of the week I discovered that the man was a gynecologist. What is he doing with cadavers in his freezer? well, let's just say that I've got some glorious days ahead of me.