Dr. Thomas likes to keep us (the students[“her babies]) afloat, even if she has to lie. She holds your hand all-through semester one; she wears bunny ears on Easter to shed the intimidating decades of experience she carries, she makes “code-brown” jokes so we cackle inanely , and she daubs the most toothsome chocolates in our faces before a test so we have a sense of security– if you failed the test, at least you had chocolate. Everything rules until you get to number 30 on the exam. The number itself begins to shape-shift, growing teeth and tentacles that reach out and grab you by the neck. The zero turns into a mouth that yells “OPEN WOUNDS OR CHEST PAINS!?!” in a hardcore voice.
You wouldn’t understand unless you’ve studied for 40 hours a week for just one exam, answered a hundred critical-thinking-style questions, each with two REALLY good answers, and gotten a “B” on the exam. It’s like…
But i’ve become an addict to the stress and I can’t wait for tomorrow. Semester 2 is supposed to be the most challenging because of Med-Surg. While my Brunner and Siddarth’s text weighs 10 lbs (because I didn’t know there was a two-book set), it will be my summer novel and lifetime bible (or one of them, anyway).
Crap, maybe I should go to sleep.
Nurse Newb 