*This is the last part of a 5-part mini series on my experience of completing a Summer Project for an MSc in Public Health at the LSHTM (General Stream).
When It’s Over
111 pharmacies visited, 8 elephants, 10 Thai massages, 22 noodle soups, 15 Pad Thai’s, 5…
*This is the 4th of a 5-part mini series on my experience of completing a Summer Project for an MSc in Public Health at the LSHTM (General Stream).
Writing It Up
Summer Project Due Date: 32 days. Word Total: 0 out of 10,000. Sigh.
Bangkok is full of…
*This is the 3rd part of a 5-part mini series on my experience of completing a Summer Project for an MSc in Public Health at the LSHTM (General Stream).
Braving Bangkok’s Bad Side
Gracious thanks go out to the LSHTM Travel Grant – which helped fund the flight to…
*This is a 5-part mini series on my experience of completing a Summer Project for an MSc in Public Health at the LSHTM (General Stream).
Picking The Project
“How do you feel about informal markets in Bangkok?”
“You mean like… the black market?”
And that’s how my Summer…
The CARE Form
From the very first day of orientation at LSHTM, when your still wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, as opposed to the currently unshaven and caffeine-intoxicated state, the higher-ups at The School begin talking about your summer project.
Your summer project (feels like it should be…
At LSHTM, research methods are an integral part of the curriculum. Most MSc courses require you to learn at least the fundamentals of statistics, epidemiology, qualitative interviewing. My “Research Design and Analysis” module taught everything from data collection strategies to how to write a logistics plan. But there’s one…
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This is sort of an “all in one” miniramble, but nonetheless, let me update you on an eventful week.
At the research unit I’ve been working at this…
One element of being a student which I haven’t yet mentioned is the one which often causes most dread, especially among mature students: exams. Now, it’s been sixteen years since I last faced a formal examination, so I guess it’s natural that I feel some trepidation. This…
After the exams, my life suddenly changes. No longer do I have a strict routine of classes and revision. There is no need to go into school each day, even if I, like lots of other students, find a reason. Officially, we should all be now making a start on…
It was our first day of the first class of the world’s first Master’s-level program in global mental health. Needless to say, we had a lot of questions. But the question I remember most clearly did not come from any of the students. It was from our…