I passed this semester.
Holy cow I’m excited. You should all congratulate me. I’m seriously so happy I could cry.
This year was so stressful, and just knowing that I physically can’t fail out of anything between now and September is such a relief!
Holy cow I’m excited. You should all congratulate me. I’m seriously so happy I could cry.
This year was so stressful, and just knowing that I physically can’t fail out of anything between now and September is such a relief!
Walking by the library on campus today, 2 people were playing a song by The Mountain Goats from the laptop they were sharing. I wanted to stop by and compliment their music choice, but sort of felt a little creepy. I walked by after getting a hot tea from the cafeteria, deciding that if they were still playing it I’d say something, but, of course, they weren’t.
She told me that one of the nurses hadn’t recognized me from last semester. She then explained that it wasn’t because I had cut my hair, but because I had a confidence and a go-get-it done attitude that i didn’t have last semester due to hestitation and the fear of being wrong. Then my teacher exclaimed, “You grew a pair of balls over winter break, Jen!” except she used my last name, aha.
I’ve checked my backpack 4 times already. I ironed my lab coat, which is just going to go in my backpack anyway. I’ve checked my email every half hour to make sure my professor hasn’t emailed any last-minute things that I need to know before class tomorrow.
I always get so nervous before the first day of the semester. Even though I know half of my class from last semester, I’m still nervous to meet the other half. Will they like me? Will they treat me as an equal? The people who were in my class last year definitely treated me well, but I noticed at orientation that all of the people I don’t know are middle aged adults, making me the youngest by 4 years …again. I just hope they take me as seriously as the other adults. I go to school to learn, not to play games and goof off. Although most of the people my age party, I put studies first 100% of the time and I hope they don’t judge me prematurely just because of my age.
8-11 and then 12-3.
Then clinical at the hospital’s MedSurg unit Thursday.
These are a few of my favorite things.