The end of week 5...

So, it's been a rough week. First, I reveled in the 95% in Clinical Assessment. Things were off to a smooth start. Then, I was complacent with an 82% in Anatomy lecture--I wanted more, but I settle for that and vowed to do better. I was angry and confused with my 70% in Anatomy lab.

Then, the biggie... Physiology on Wednesday. I got the score today... 50%. That's right. That's even WITH a curve. What did I do? I cried--like a little girl. I cried to Mike. Then I called one of my friends to make sure the grades were actually posted correctly (which, they were), and I cried when talking to her. Then, I cried to Mom and Dad.

....Sigh... *wiping tears*

Even with all the studying I did, and all the confidence I had, I can't believe it.I am not going to panic yet. Mom said I shouldn't panic. I think that's a good idea, considering it's only the end of week 5. Dad encouraged me. They are the most supporting people I have ever seen. I call them on my good days, and I call them on my good days. I love them. I have the greatest parents in the world.

I have a three-day weekend. I am going to gather the troops, rethink my game plan, and put together a strategy for the next two years. I am reminding myself, "This is all I want."


This picture is from my graduation from SBU. They got me through then, and they will get me through now.