The Hardest Semester Ever
This has been one of the hardest semesters ever. It isn't
just that my clinical hours have doubled, but I am coordinating a couple of
different clinical sites, and the work load seems overwhelming. I feel as if I
am perpetually behind, behind in reading, behind in studying for the midterm. I
rush to enter my Typhon logs within the seven days following a clinical
experience, and barely make the deadline for my discussion posts. I know, I am
whining, I am trying to convince myself that whining is therapeutic.
I am a class and a half from graduation. I repeat this to
myself often. I am a class and a half from graduation. Sometimes it is helpful,
and other times well, other times it seems like I am not any closer to the cap
and gown celebration of the end of this journey.
I had a friend email me this weekend, who is thinking about
continuing her education. She values my advice and my opinions and I didn't
want to let her down. I was thinking, oh no what a time to ask me when I am
feeling so whiny and overwhelmed. A part of me wanted to respond, "Noooo,
runnnnn, don't do it, don't do it." I took a deep breath and tried to focus on
all the reasons I am taking this journey, found an ember of positivity, and
gave her the best advice I could. Yes, it is hard, but it will be worth it, and
we like a challenge, right?