This has been the most difficult semester (quarter?) of my life. Without exaggeration, I’ve been in more danger of actually failing a class than I’ve ever been. My pediatrics clinical has been a delight, my pediatrics seminar has been great, and my peds didactic has nearly given me a stomach ulcer. I think it’s mostly the fact that squeezing a 2-year pediatric nurse practitioner program into 10 weeks (six exams, and a 10-page paper) is enough to overwhelm anyone in their right mind. And so, I’ve been losing sleep, eating junk, abandoning house duties, and living with a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I told Jeremy a couple weeks ago that if I develop a chronic illness someday, we’ll probably be able to link its origins back to this course.
Up until last week, I spent weeks full of endless hours of study only to average just below an 80% on the four exams I’d had thus far. That was bad news bears because you need to average at least an 80% on your didactic exams in order to pass your didactic, clinical, and seminar. In all of pediatrics, everything literally rides on these exams. And when 20+ hours of study yields a 79%, you begin to feel hopeless. Yikes, right?
Well last week God miraculously enabled me to get a 97% on Exam five [Jigga WHA?] which brought my class average to right around 81%. Thank you, Jesus. Passing, at last.
I’m not in the clear just yet, but I’ve been breathing a little easier for the past five days. And while I’ve been breathing like a normal person, I realized something:
The holidays are coming. Like, NEXT WEEK. And let me tell you, I just want to watch some snow fall over a hot cup of coffee. Next week the Manns come, and we’re all headed to Ohio for the annual Wynkoop family Thanksgiving festivities. What a lovely wonderful break that will be. What a glorious day it will be when peds is behind me! This will be my greatest accomplishment yet.
P.S. found that picture on flickr, as usual.