Times Are Tough
Friday, May 1 was my last day of the spring semester. A final exam on pathology was scheduled, but when I walked into class that morning I saw that my teacher had planned a graduation breakfast for me and my classmates. What a nice surprise! This particular instructor has been such an asset to my learning, both in the classroom and at the hospital. She is just excellent. Thank you, Jenny!
I then attended the Academic Advisory Board Meeting with my wonderful teachers and representatives from all of the clinical sites I attend. The food was great, but the tone of the meeting was somber. We discussed which hospitals have openings-two may have two openings when I graduate. Everyone was talking about whether or not the program should accept its usual 20 students for this coming fall or cut back. They decided to leave things as is, but what a scary idea. Another program in a neighboring city had to close their program all together.
Then, later in the day, I was at Walgreens and the man in front of me had his credit/debit card declined; the look on his face was so sad. He didn't have money for a few groceries and his prescription. I realized that it's one thing when the stock market's doing badly but it really hits home when you see what is happening right in front of you.
I feel like I'm really going to have to fight for a job, and I may actually have to move out of state if I can't find one in Florida. I never thought this would be the case when I began the program back in 2007.