speculation (PILOTZ!)
Yesterday, at my friend's awesome inner city apartment, in between bouts of panic about this neuroscience exam and eating cheesecake, the following conversation took place:
My friend: So, Mum, Freya's thinking of doing the defense sponsored medical program.
Her mother: Oh, well! You've certainly got a foot in the door here! Come around and I'll tell you what to say at the interview, and I'll make sure people know about you!
Me: ... *had forgotten that her mother is in defense recruitment* Uhokaywowthanks.
Her mother: *eyeing me* Join the Air Force, honey, you'd look much better in a blue uniform than in green.
Me: I HAVE TO GET INTO MEDICINE FIRST.
So I talked to my father about defense medicine and yes, apparently the Air Force is the best way to go.
So I looked up the job specs.
*MARRIES THE RAAF*
(Pertinent points: they still pay for everything, no situps/pushups required for entry, you owe them six years rather than the eleven you'd owe the Army, and they keep throwing around sexy sexy words like ground defence and weapons training and trauma management and aeromedical evacuation.)
Me: Look at this!
Ji: ...PILOTZ!
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The people in the other ground-floor apartment, having remained very quiet for three months, have suddenly decided that the best way to endear themselves to their neighbours is by playing children's television very loudly on a Saturday morning.
But...it's children's television. How angry can one be, exactly?
My friend: So, Mum, Freya's thinking of doing the defense sponsored medical program.
Her mother: Oh, well! You've certainly got a foot in the door here! Come around and I'll tell you what to say at the interview, and I'll make sure people know about you!
Me: ... *had forgotten that her mother is in defense recruitment* Uhokaywowthanks.
Her mother: *eyeing me* Join the Air Force, honey, you'd look much better in a blue uniform than in green.
Me: I HAVE TO GET INTO MEDICINE FIRST.
So I talked to my father about defense medicine and yes, apparently the Air Force is the best way to go.
So I looked up the job specs.
*MARRIES THE RAAF*
(Pertinent points: they still pay for everything, no situps/pushups required for entry, you owe them six years rather than the eleven you'd owe the Army, and they keep throwing around sexy sexy words like ground defence and weapons training and trauma management and aeromedical evacuation.)
Me: Look at this!
Ji: ...PILOTZ!
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The people in the other ground-floor apartment, having remained very quiet for three months, have suddenly decided that the best way to endear themselves to their neighbours is by playing children's television very loudly on a Saturday morning.
But...it's children's television. How angry can one be, exactly?
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Maybe some of it.
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This is the most important thing. ;)
How would it work? Would you have to get in to a medical school and then join the Air Force? I’m curious because here you have to graduate first and then take the proper testes to be accepted in the Army as a doctor. (Oh, and by here I mean Brazil)
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Sorry about all the questions, it’s just that I was having a discussion earlier this week with some friends about how much the university is costing our parents and how the government here doesn’t give any assistance. Here in Brazil you can only get student loans if you are very poor, and even then the government makes all these kinds of demands, it’s ridiculous.
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And in Australia university is generously subsidised by the government anyway, so the defense force is only paying the other half that you would normally pay.
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My maternal grandparents were in the airforce. There was absolutely no point in mentioning that, I just thought I would.
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