Time for awesome metaphors!
The school semester really seems like three pregnancy trimesters shrunk down to a shorter time frame. I've never been pregnant but I think that this is the case anyway. Allow me to elaborate on this a bit: By the end of the semester, you just want to have the whole thing over and done with, except instead of yelling "I HATE YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME!!!" at one man, you get to say it to 4-5 sadistic professors. Okay, I admit I'm being a little bit dramatic. I just want be done already. And my professors really are awesome this year and I can't legitimately complain about any of them but that's never stopped me in the past so I figure, why let it influence me now?
Moving on...right now I'm writing a 4 pager on "What influenced you to enter the health care field?". So I'm making a 4 page list of all the forms of happiness that the great money I'll earn can buy :). No, not really. Mine is heartfelt and legitimate and, in case you're still wondering, money is not why I'm becoming a nurse. I'm becoming one so I can steal prescription drugs.
So the final part of my English class includes assembling a portfolio of my work to present to a committee of professors (fancy term for "people who never joined the real world"). I think I might write one of those stories from when we were little kids where a picture is substituted for the word...kind like "John kicked the (soccer ball pic here) to Mary. Mary dropped her (beer bottle pic here) and yelled at John." Maybe I'll write one where all of the teachers are the characters. Yea. Then I can sign up for the class again after they flunk me. Creative genius never goes unpunished.
