24 Hours of No Fun

The last 24 hours have not been fun. Not at all. In fact, it was a 24 hour period of high emotion, one I do not want to repeat very often. To put it bluntly, while I studied my ass off for the lab practical exam yesterday I did not do well on it, and I knew it when I left school. My mind just went blank when I got into the room, and no amount of panic would (of course) bring the bits of knowledge to the forefront, for me to regurgitate (figuratively, of course) onto the test. I turned in my exam, walked to my car and began to cry. I cried all the way home. One hour of self-pity time. "Why am I doing this?!?" I said to myself. Is it worth the sleepless nights, the flashcards carried everywhere with me, studying terminology and pictures of body parts so foreign that they seem like some obscure language? And who really needs to know the names of all those veins anyway.

Then I got a taste of reality. I pulled into the parking lot of my neighborhood grocery store, to buy a few things. The ever-so-stylish large framed dark glasses in place to hide the puffy eyes, I spotted a woman who was struggling to get into the store due to some version of cerebral palsy. She was working her butt off just to buy groceries. All of a sudden, my "tragedy" didn't look so bad.

If getting a "C" (which is what I finally learned I achieved on the test) is the biggest of life's hurdles I face, I'm one lucky chick. Here's to keeping a positive outlook....the course isn't over yet!

Cheers!
Ima