Abstract
The school bell rings, shaking the corridor, and I'm 13 again. The excitement at the thought of going home is accompanied by a dread at the thought of maths next. An anticipatory tummy rumble cries for lunch break. But I'm not 13, and fortunately I'll never have maths again. I'm 21 and about to meet a 14 year old girl who wants to find out more about doing medicine. No I'm not a sadist; I'm a mentor for teenagers who want a career in health care. It's part of a scheme to widen participation. The teenagers, affectionately called mentees, have to fulfil a …
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