For all you quilters out there (and I know you are out there), this block is known as the “Japanese Flower”.
So here is my first haiku ever:
Grand Rounds comes each week
Many good posts to choose from
Best with a latte
The fall semester is coming to a close this week. The finals are in, I have one paper left to revise and then it’s over.
What the hell was I thinking taking a full load of classes?
I’ve been stressed out of my gourd, my family now equates the word “statistics” with “bitch” and if I see the initials “APA” in the next month I will go commit myself to Mother Jones’ unit.
It doesn’t help that somewhere between graduating from nursing school in 1978 and today, I have developed a compulsion for a 4.0. As in straight A’s. I’ve not received anything under an “A” in any class I’ve taken since nursing school.
So what’s the problem? I’m sitting on the borderline of an “A” and a “B” in all three classes. I worked so hard and kept up so well until these last three weeks, when just opening a book was torture. I slipped. Now I’m sweating out the grades.
Actually, I’m sweating out more than that because I am sitting here with a damn cold.
It started so innocently. A few body aches, a scratchy throat. Then BAM!, I was hit by the Emeril Lagasse of upper respiratory infections. Afrin is my bestest friend. I can’t even taste my coffee. I slept the last 22 of 24 hours.
Anyone got some cheese for my whine….?
So, being a rational person, I decide to take only one class next sememster. No more of this self-induced hell of stress for me! Besides, I only have enough money for one class.
I have to take an “ethnic studies” class for (that’s something you didn’t have to do in the ’70s) and the University of Green Bay is offering “Jazz Appreciation”!!!!
Granted, I wouldn’t know Blind Lemon Jefferson from George Jefferson, but what a great topic!!!
I don’t know diddly squat about jazz! But I’d love to learn! And this is just one itty, bitty three unit course that would go just perfectly with “Theoretical Foundations of Nursing Practice” (which sounds about as dry as a stale biscotti).
I explain it to my husband this way: with ten semester units I’m a basket case. Four semester units leave me twiddling my thumbs. Ergo…seven semester units should be perfect!
Change of Shift will be hosted by none other than Caroline at Brain Scramble. You can sent the submissions through Blog Carnival or to “caroline at brain scramble dot org”. The ones I have received I will forward to Caroline for the December 27th edition.
Now, pardon me while I cough, wheeze, cuddle up to my Afrin and generally spread misery about the countryside.
Like Roseanne Rosannadanna says: “I’m a real attractive guy!”.