Term 3 Day 2

24 hours into term 3...I'm dying. I have all primary care classes and they are all related to each other in some way so I can't keep straight what assignment belongs to what class, what day online discussions are...My head is swimming with too much information! To add to the insanity most of my text books have not arrived-in fact the tracking info says they are somewhere around here in a warehouse. Lesson learned-always go with UPS because they don't disappoint. Anyway I knew this would be my hardest term yet but I had no idea. The feeling that I had starting my first term? Multiply that by about a trillion and that's where I am right now. And screwing up is not an option because these are the classes that are absolutely important to my being a successful practitioner. I think the enormity of what I'm attempting to do here has finally started to set in and it is daunting. In fact its downright terrifying. Hundreds if not thousands of women will be depending on me to help them through the most important transition in their lives, and on top of that responsibility little tiny people will be depending on me to bring them into the world safely and it all starts right here with these classes. Yep...I'm sufficiently terrified.

Who rocks? Oh yeah...ME!!!

So as you can see by my title, I'm just a little excited about being done with the summer term. I'm even more excited that I made all A's! Even graduating with honors from nursing school I have never been able to say that. It is a huge accomplishment that I am incredibly proud of because I worked my butt off. Unfortunately my excitement will be short lived as fall term starts at 12:01am on the 26th...9 short days from now. I am however looking forward to just relaxing and trying to de-stress before starting. J and I will enjoy a couple of fun days, hit a few carnivals and go take a spin on Thomas the train. I may even go do some cake testing at some of the local bakeries-I want my 30th birthday cake to be EPIC! :) Anyway, to my classmates-have a great week off. See ya in 9 days!

Another anniversary

It was the most wonderful, clear September day. I remember waking up late as usual for my 8am class, making it with a few minutes to spare and chatting in class with my friend. She and I went to breakfast and were just enjoying the cooler weather and venting about the football players getting a free pass while we had to get up early and get to class. I remember getting back to the room and hearing my pager constantly going off. Returning my mom's  pages I could hear the relief in her voice when I called her back. She asked me if I was watching t.v. and I said no. I can still, 10 years later remember turning on the television to the Today show and dropping the phone in shock. My beloved city was in trouble. The following days are all blur, filled with immense sadness, anger, lots of tears, non-stop phone calls and emails making sure all my friends and family were safe. I also remember the guilt. I left. I was safe when so many others lost their lives in the name of hate and evil. So  many times I remember being in those buildings on school trips or random stops after school to wander.
10 years later the images are still haunting, the stories still to painful to watch. And today as we pause to remember those who were lost not just in NYC, but those in D.C. and Shanksville as well, perhaps we can all take a cue from them by being everyday heroes in our own communities. Donate to the local food banks who so desperately are in need of food. If you see your friends and neighbors struggling, lend a hand. Live your life to the fullest everyday and always let those you care for know what they mean to you. God bless our great country and may he shine his love and light on those who are still hurting.