So..... You're Saying There's a Chance?!

As we all know, I've battled. And I've cried. And I've prayed. And I've been given encouragement. And I've studied.

I have struggled with my physiology grade since... well, pretty much the beginning. I got a 50% on my first test. I wasn't ashamed to cry. I was, in my mind, out of the program. It was the WORST feeling in the world. In fact, I think there's a post about it here somewhere...

Just to refresh some memories, my second test was an 82%. I was pretty happy with that. That got me into C range with my grade, which is where I need to be to stay in the program at the bare minimum. I would settle for a C. Settling for a C is WAY better than the alternative. :(

Our third test was last Wednesday. So, I studied like crazy on Monday and Tuesday nights before the test, at "late" as 2 AM, only to turn around and get back up at 5 AM and study some more. Those were a rough couple of days!

Let's digress a moment for a funny story. On Tuesday night around 9:30 PM, I made a pot of coffee because I knew I still had about 5 hours worth of studying to do. The house was quiet because Mike was out of town. Sitting there, with my wonderful cup of coffee, I studied away. Finally, after I was mostly bleary-eyed from reading for nearly 12 hours straight, I got up, took a shower, and headed to bed, stopping to read about ten more pages before then. I turned off the light... and I heard a noise. I froze. I KNEW someone was outside my bedroom door in the hallway. After I got over the initial fear, I jumped out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat behind the door. Whoever was out there wasn't getting to me! I listened at my bedroom door, knowing there HAD to be someone there. I didn't hear the cat moving around, and I didn't hear any other noises for that matter. My heart was beating so hard. I noticed Mike's MagLite by the door, so I grabbed it, ready to use it like a club! After a couple minutes, I finally eased myself into bed, with my trusty bat and MagLite beside me, of course. I heard the noise again! I ran to the door again, MagLite in hand. I listened, said my prayers, unlocked the door, and flung it open!..... Nothing. Not in the hallway, office, office closet, hallway bathroom, living room, or kitchen. I had been imagining it! The cat just looked at me like I was crazy. Scolding myself, I headed back to my bed. I NEVER act like that. I came to learn a serious lesson that night. A string of late nights and early mornings don't mix well with a late night pot of coffee, even with the purpose of staying up to study.... Stupid coffee.

Okay, where was I? Oh, yes. Wednesday--test day. It was pretty much anti-climactic, but everyone else kept freaking out and asking a lot of questions during the test. When we left, they told another professor they thought they were out of the program. That bad, huh? I just didn't think so. We got our grades a week later. I looked at the grade with a little bit of cautious optimism........................ 92%. :O I know! I couldn't believe it! I was nearly in tears--AGAIN! This time was for a completely different reason. My class grade has risen from a 58% after the first test to a 77.5% after this exam. So, there's a chance that I could end up with a B. It's the perfect comeback story for me and physiology! So close.........

So, for all the encouragement--thank you. The prayers, studying, coffee, and tears are worth it!