semester four

If you were to ask me during this last semester how school was,

I would probably avoid the question.

Or answer a quick, "Good."

To be honest, it was the hardest semester I've EVER had.

To remind you,

I have an associate's degree already.

And I did pretty well in all of those classes.

They were not easy either.

Not bragging, just making a point.

This semester required studying for what seemed like all day every day.

If I wasn't studying, I thought about studying.

If I was sleeping, I was dreaming of the material for the next test.

Literally, I would quiz myself in the night.

Or I would dream that I didn't make it to my clinical or class.

Or I would make up medications and freak out that I didn't know what they meant. 

In the middle. of. the. night... ALL night long.

To say I'm glad this semester is over, is an understatement.

I hope I will love this nursing thing.

I know I will love this nursing thing.

As hard as it is, I already love it.

Thanks to my sweet husband, who literally had to encourage me every night.

Thanks for all the prayers sent my way.

I felt every one.

These are the papers that made it into my binder.

This is about 2/3rds of the papers that were printed.

I did memorize just about every one.

It felt awesome to throw these into the big blue bin.

Oh, did I mention, next semester we do our preceptorship.

Also known as an internship.

I am assigned to the Mom/Baby floor at the Timpanogos Hospital.

I am THRILLED.

More prayers being answered.

I told my mom, it felt like opening a mission call.

I thought about it every day, and wondered where I would be sent.

I prayed that I would be sent somewhere I would like.

Somewhere I would learn.

Somewhere I needed to be.

Then I opened the email and was so excited.

Even though it wasn't in my top three choices

I wouldn't want to go anywhere else.

Well, mostly.

I'm excited.

Bring on the FINAL semester of school.

Last one.

I'll be a nurse.

Dream come true.