Four Years Later and I Can See the Finish Line

So I just walked out of my last nursing school exam ever and I’m not even sure it’s real yet. Four years of clinical rotations that started at 5 AM, professors who made organic chemistry look easy, and approximately four thousand cups of terrible hospital coffee. There were nights I wanted to quit - usually around 2 AM when I was studying for pharmacology and everything looked like gibberish.

Four Years Later and I Can See the Finish Line

But Marcus showed up today with flowers. Not roses or anything fancy, just pink carnations from Harris Teeter, but he remembered I had my last exam and he was waiting by my car when I walked out. I may have teared up a little. Okay fine, I cried in the parking lot like a crazy person.

Jen and I are already planning our post-graduation celebration (read: we’re going to drink wine and complain about how tired we are). But first I need to survive finals week and actually graduate. Almost there though. I can practically taste the freedom. And the paycheck that comes with actually being an RN instead of a broke nursing student.