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School has begun. There's a sliver of hope that this semester won't be as soul-sucking as the last two due to the fact that Pathophysiology and Applied Pharmacology I and II are both behind me (I got -As in both, something I'm sure only a handful of neurotic fucks have done.) I have three classes now and a "12 hour" clinical. It's supposed to be 7A-7P for my mental health clinical, but my instructor (who is fucking hilarious and cool) was like, "Yeah...I don't do 7A. Let's call it 8A. Oh, and don't expect to get out of here anytime later than 5 because I have to be somewhere at 6 every week." I have a hetero-crush on her now.
I thought I'd be totally behind everyone else in my class because I didn't have any kind of nursing-related job this summer. Because all I did was wait tables. Every. Fucking. Day. I thought everyone had an externship or internship or whatever, but apparently only a couple of people got them thanks to the Great Depression v2.0 and fabulous hospital budget cuts and hiring freezes. So we're all basically in the same boat, the S.S. FuckI'mNotBuildingAPropperResume.
I joined the National Student Nurses' Association and maybe I'll look for opportunities to do volunteer work if no paying nursing student job opportunities present themselves. It actually might work out, because I might have some free time this semester.
Maybe I'll actually have a social life. I mean, I won't get my hopes up, but it seems feasible now.