I watched my friend Tim walk in our December Graduation on Sunday (albeit via webcast) and it hit me that the next time it happens, I’ll be the one graduating. Mom says that I look a bit terrified in the pictures the yearbook people took of me in my cap and gown. I’m just trying to focus on getting through the rest of this week.
Honestly, since I’m only done with the first of four finals, the second of which starts in 3 hours, I should be studying. But I just figured out that I don’t even have to TAKE the final in this class to pass it, so I’m not very motivated to study. Naturally, I’m thinking about other things.
I’ll be back in West Linn in three days, for what may be the last time until Chris and Ali tie the knot.
I haven’t even started my Christmas shopping yet.
How did people study for exams before the internet and computers existed? Were they required to know as much as we are today?
I hate it when people don’t actually have finals to study for.
I wonder if experiencing my first patient death will make me wish I hadn’t chosen this profession.
The girl next to me appears to be a met major, and plagiarizing her work from the internet.
I bet plagiarism wasn’t as big of an issue back when there was no internet.
I’m going to miss having class with Professor Zentz- she’s the most amusing nursing professor I’ve had yet.
My ability to get 100% on a paper I wrote the day it was due leads me to believe I picked the wrong major.
At least next semester I’ll be able to actually spend time with patients. Only going to the hospital 3 times this fall was ridiculous. Virtual Clinical Experiences are not at all helpful.
I guess I should go back to learning about global health issues.
I wonder if I can finish this 100 question exam in under 40 minutes too.
Zoonoses here I come.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment