Heyo
Maybe I have said this before, but whatever. As a kid, I wasn't super smart. I was a HUGE reader, but only for the stories, not because I liked reading. It was hard and I hated phonics. I legitimately took algebra three times to earn an A. Tests are a nightmare in my book. Let me talk about it, but pick a multiple choice or *gasp* Select-All-That-Apply and I am struggling. Things came HARD to me and I pushed through them.
Now I am in nursing school (albeit at a affordable community college) program and people are calling me smart. Patients ask questions, teachers demand excellence. I look around thinking they mean someone else. They trust me to get the right answer. Tomorrow starts my second semester of clinicals and this time it is at the hospital.
This terrifies me.
I keep trying to work hard to stay successful. I love the feeling of being smart, but all to often I end up just feeling overwhelmed.
Then I blog about it, which is almost the same as talking about it and I feel better, because it is too early in the semester to really mess grades or things up. And God is on my side, so, peace.
I think I need some sleep too.
Some things, I guess, just can't be charted.
<3 Lissa
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