I had two finals yesterday and a paper still do. I'm working 20 of the next 26 hours. I haven't done laundry in two weeks. I couldn't tell you what's in my refrigerator or the last time I swept the floors. If I'm playing my cards right I should be done with school in August. I still have 45 babies to "deliver" and God knows how many more clinical hours I need to make up. Sometimes I feel like I'm not going to make it, I'm never going to finish. I don't know how I've gotten this far but if it's any indication of my perseverance- I'll eventually be on the other side of this tunnel where there is light.
