This is the mountain I have been climbing for the last 8 weeks while I have been neglecting my life, my children, and of course, my blog.
I feel physically beaten. I have one clinical day and the day of the final left, and I question whether I can make it through those two things to make it on to the next class. I keep telling myself 7 more months, and I'll be finished, but 7 months is a lifetime when you're not sure how you're going to make it through the next 2 days.
I would take into consideration that I might be whining if I didn't see the same affliction in each one of my classmates in different ways. We sit in class with our thousand yard stares, holding ourselves back from scaling the tables in the classroom to injure our professor. Legs bounce under tables. Pens tap. Many nasty, evil (and hilarious, might I add) comments are mumbled to surrounding classmates. Random bursts of maniacal laughter from a table here, a table there....We're all thinking the same thing.
We are 32 homicidal nursing students...stretched to the limit and ready to snap at any second. I don't think I can adequately describe the chaos that would ensue if just one of us snapped. Cuz when that happened, we'd all go in one ugly rage-fueled mob of resentment over shitty test questions and even shittier test grades....lectures that make absolutely no sense and even less when we're told, "Oh! Excuse me!! That's not what I meant....I meant this total other opposite disorder....Wait. Or did I?"
And we would light torches and let that motherfucker burn over the prerecorded lectures including such touching family moments of our instructor's as..."I have to take a shit!!!!....*dog barking in background*...TURN THE TV OFF!!!!!!...*fart* OH! EXCUSE ME!!!!"
Oh...excuse me...
48 hours, and I will summit this bitch.
48 hours.
