My regular GP is in Prague.

GP: So what university do you go to?
M: [Replies]

GP: Ahh.

*GP carries on with physical for a few minutes*

GP: So what are you studying there?
M: ... Medicine.

GP: Ahh.

*Consultation finishes, both leave examination room*

GP: What year are you in?

M: First year.

*GP watches as I push open door, about to leave*

GP: Come back when you graduate!

Most. Staggered. Rapport. Ever. It was as if he only had one topic of conversation and had to drag it over the entire consultation, lest I think poorly of his communication skills or something. It's unsettling when there are long, unexplainable pauses in an otherwise sane conversation. That and I hate telling my GPs that I'm a medical student. It makes me feel like an utter moron.