Frustration

I want to be a nurse, I want to be a nurse. . .

I find myself muttering that phrase over and over lately, constantly reminding myself that school is the means to an end. That there's only 15. . .ok, really 14 months left. That this process is pointing out just how inflexible I am and that I should try harder to enjoy the journey because how many people would kill to be in my spot? (hundreds actually. 800 people applied. 48 of us got in. wow. i just got an actual jolt of motivation writing that.)BUT things have been awfully frustrating lately. First, I have my dream rotation: Tigard High School. then on Tuesday it was changed to a charter school in SE Portland. NOW I'm at the Salvation Army. Meanwhile, there are classmates going to other schools who, I'm sure, have no intentions of being a school nurse. AND, I just got 2 papers back today. they were graded by the same person on the same day. Both papers were your basic, 2 pages double spaced of reactions to 2 different videos, so basically the same style of writing. One paper said, excellent job. The other said, "You need to see [Linfield's Director of Academic Advising] for help on all your clinical papers." WHAT? Seriously?! And, I'm wondering, what good is a study guide when all it lists is the section breaks in the chapters that are bolded & underlined already?

At times like this, I like to quote the great philosopher Jimmy Buffet:
"If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane."

Can't end a post on a negative note, so let me leave you with a picture of my date (the cutest boy at the event) at our 10-year-high school reunion last weekend. I can't even begin to explain how much freakin' fun was crammed into 8 hours. The reunion post is in my head, but I need to pick my words carefully so that will be coming later.

above: just a couple of MR fishes (check out those senior pictures on our name tags!)