Zing (n.): the activeness of an energetic personality
Woah Elizabeth, did you just refer to this next {and last} semester of undergrad as zing-y? Like, yes, this semester will be full of activeness, but I am sure that many moments, I will not be filled with an "energetic personality." Frankly, by the end of the first week, I will be wishing that I had an energetic personality, or just, at least, some energy.
So up to caffeine, and the beautiful brown energy juice that many people call coffee.
So my last "fling" before the "zing" was this past week, filled with many adventures, including, somehow, getting even sicker than I was last week. Well, today, I feel just a tad better, and just in time for the beginning of classes tomorrow, since the snow-apocalypse didn't really happen {but, unfortunately, there is plenty of winter left for at least 5 more snow-apocalypses to happen}.
I won't bore you with the frequent complaining {about school} and the multitude of tissues that now decorate my trashcan - the crappy-happenings which are just the background to my week.
As much as I am dreading the beginning of my last semester {which I never - aka rarely - not want to go back to the go-go-go bustle of a new semester of school}, I must reset my brain and attitude to a more positive and constructive mindset for my last semester. The time has come to wrap up my nursing school career, which means pulling all of what I have learned the past four semesters and tying it into one big bag and hoping none of that knowledge falls out of this bag and that this bag isn't too heavy for my brain to carry. A positive mindset is something I have never needed more of; but in many ways, a positive mindset has never been easier for me.
All I need is to get out of this sicky-funk I have been in for the past week, drink some coffee, and get as ready as I can get for tomorrow and the next 16 weeks.
Wow - 16 weeks is all that separates me from my BSN.
Add about 40 days to that 16 weeks and that is the approximate amount of time which separates me from my NCLEX and subsequent title of RN.
And I have been sitting here waiting for my life to begin, when really, I have been living it all this time.
So up to the last fling before the . . . puking (aka. the chaos and anxiety and stress of school and 'becoming' a working-woman adulty adult).
So up to caffeine, and the beautiful brown energy juice that many people call coffee.
So my last "fling" before the "zing" was this past week, filled with many adventures, including, somehow, getting even sicker than I was last week. Well, today, I feel just a tad better, and just in time for the beginning of classes tomorrow, since the snow-apocalypse didn't really happen {but, unfortunately, there is plenty of winter left for at least 5 more snow-apocalypses to happen}.
I won't bore you with the frequent complaining {about school} and the multitude of tissues that now decorate my trashcan - the crappy-happenings which are just the background to my week.
As much as I am dreading the beginning of my last semester {which I never - aka rarely - not want to go back to the go-go-go bustle of a new semester of school}, I must reset my brain and attitude to a more positive and constructive mindset for my last semester. The time has come to wrap up my nursing school career, which means pulling all of what I have learned the past four semesters and tying it into one big bag and hoping none of that knowledge falls out of this bag and that this bag isn't too heavy for my brain to carry. A positive mindset is something I have never needed more of; but in many ways, a positive mindset has never been easier for me.
All I need is to get out of this sicky-funk I have been in for the past week, drink some coffee, and get as ready as I can get for tomorrow and the next 16 weeks.
Wow - 16 weeks is all that separates me from my BSN.
Add about 40 days to that 16 weeks and that is the approximate amount of time which separates me from my NCLEX and subsequent title of RN.
And I have been sitting here waiting for my life to begin, when really, I have been living it all this time.
So up to the last fling before the . . . puking (aka. the chaos and anxiety and stress of school and 'becoming' a working-woman adulty adult).