The Last One, Hopefully

Second semesters. You’ve always held a special place in my heart for being more enjoyable and memorable. For some reason, despite having managed my time better, I felt so tired and exhausted after last semester that all-break long I didn’t do anything as originally planned. I had to recharge by doing nothing and watching my first concert ever, starred by the Jason Mraz.

An amusing aspect of this second semester is how I encounter my past teachers. Imagine casually meeting your first math teacher in college ever, remembering that his subject was your baptism by fire, and wondering if he remembers you or if you should maybe greet or wave or something. Even after Math 17 I didn’t really become that awesome in math. But, if anything, Math 17 gave me the tenacity I’d use during those countless times I went on the brink of failure. I still have to encounter a non-theoretical application of the complex plane, numeric progressions, and root finding but Math 17 was most worthwhile taking even if just for the mindset I gained.

It’s only been four years and yet it all seems so long. Maybe it’s because I’ve actually had eight sets of subjects just for the past four years? And that’s not counting my summer semesters.

Another amusement: my candidate last semester is host to a number of firsts in my life. It is my first underloaded semester, being that all those summers spent in school has finally paid off and I’m only 13 units away from my diploma (15 to around 21 is the range of normal load, variable depending on whether you have laboratory units). But wait, no, it is also my first semester taking a Master’s class. Out of curiousity and a desire not to slack off/underload, I added a further three units to the missing 13 units of my undergraduate curriculum.

I’m closer than ever to closing this volume of my life, but it’s not a clear coast yet. I still have an obstacle course and a thesis to finish. But hey I’m already here. So just you wait.

See you!

P.S. Greet the blog a happy birthday! It’s been five years!

One thought on “The Last One, Hopefully”

  1. LOL you really betrhiengd my day. Thank you!Yes, people do make it through nursing school and live to tell the tale! I can relate to what you are experiencing though. It is all so overwhelming but it does get better. The first year is really the worst (for R.N.s). It gets piled on and I think it is to weed out those that really are not serious about the profession. Get through the first two semesters and you will see a difference.What really helped me was to read through all my notes every night. I found that by the time the tests came around, I had read through them so many times that I had memorized all but the last few days worth! Made studying for tests so much easier as then I could just concentrate on the notes from the days I was weak on.Feel free to email me anytime you want to vent, talk or just have a shoulder to lean on. Good luck in your chosen profession! You can do it!

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