Under Pressure

Surprise! It's been about three months since my last post, and the pressure to make this fantastic is huge. If I haven't written in three months, I've got to come back with a bang! Well, I don't know if that's the case but here it goes.

School
School is good, but it's kicking my ass this semester. From day one we've been in class or clinicals about 40 hours per week, reading at least two hundred pages per week and writing papers and taking tests like you wouldn't believe. I have been completely immersed in nursing, with no time to do anything fun like sleep, go to movies or go to my interpretive dance classes. If I can't dance I can't live. But, they say that this is the hardest semester, and they better be right. But, I'm actually feeling more nurse-y, so the school is working. I've been able to work with sick kids (so sad and hard), help take care of adults and witness an abdominal tumor removal surgery (awesome, way better than the Discovery Health Channel), and be in the room when a couple's first child was born (one of the most amazing things, I might want to do that for a living). I can't quite see the light at the end of the tunnel, but the air on my face is feeling a little bit fresher and I'm convinced that an end to this whole school thing is in sight.

Work
I am not only going to school I decided to become an RA this semester. Now I am not just the Old Lady Who Lived in the Dorm, I'm the powerhungry RA looking to bust any willing to break rules in front of me. I was moved into an apartment with three 18-year old girls. They are all really sweet, but young. Just the other night I was given a measuring tape and asked to measure whose "bubble butt" was the biggest. It's a surprise a minute around here. Being an RA is very interesting. So far, someone has been in trouble for peeing in a community microwave, peeing on the side of the building, throwing a huge party and then locking themselves out then denying the existance of the party and trying to convince the RAs that one fo their buddies must have broken in and thrown a party while they weren't home. I've knocked on doors at 11:00 pm and 3:30am because people were complaining about noise. I've only called the cops once, but I'm confident that there will be more before the semester is through. I dream of the day when I will be able to have a "normal" job, it won't be 9-5, but I won't have to worry about inspecting the microwave before I make popcorn.

Life
As I said, I dont' have much time for life. So, I will take a moment to comment on that of others. I hae noticed a lot of women wearing fanny packs lately. I don't know if I am noticing them more or if there are more out there. Are they making a comeback? Could this glorious news be true? I've still got my day-glow orange fanny pack from 4th grade, waiting patiently for the day when it would be acceptable for me to wear it again.

I must be getting old because I have been really disturbed by the news that Nick Lachey is possibly dating Kristin from Laguna Beach. I'm not disturbed because it hasn't been very long since the big breakup, or because I was holding out for Kristin and Talon to get together. I'm upset because he is 31 years old and she is one year out of high school. If it becomes acceptable for these two to date despite the age difference, then I, as a single woman, am screwed. Women my age will be skipped over in favor of high school seniors. Yuck! Oh well, if that's what they want then I don't want them anyway.

What else? I'm on Spring Break right now, and I'm loving every minute of it. School's fun, but vacations and sleeping in are way funner. Yes, I just said funner, felt it has a little more impact. I guess that's it for now. I will try to write more consistently. We start working in the psych ward in clinicals after break. That should be very interesting. I have nightmares of One Flew Over the Coockoo's (I just realized that I don't think that i can spell that word) Nest.

Tah, tah.