Three Down, One to Go

Clinical rotations are officially OVER and I am still standing! Barely, but standing nonetheless. Three years of nursing school in the books, and somehow I managed to not accidentally kill anyone during clinicals (that we know of). The patients seemed to survive my care, which I’m taking as a win.

Three Down, One to Go

Marcus surprised me tonight with dinner at that Italian place downtown - the one where they don’t judge you for ordering wine at 6 PM on a Tuesday. He said I deserved to celebrate making it through the hardest part. Junior year is no joke, you guys. Between pharmacology exams that made me question my life choices and clinical rotations that had me on my feet for twelve hours straight, I was starting to wonder if I’d bitten off more than I could chew.

But here I am! One more year and I’ll actually be a real nurse. Like, with a license and everything. The finish line is finally in sight, and I’m sprinting toward it. (Okay, not actually sprinting. I don’t run. Yet. But metaphorically sprinting with great enthusiasm!)