I'm done with anesthesia school because I got a C. Doesn't sound so bad, but it is. I feel crappy and stupid. One big crappy stupid lump. Decisions need to be made. Resume updated. Loans to pay back. Ick.
Thanks for the support. There will be less anesthesia talk, more scrapbook and non-study talk. On to plan B. Well, I never intended on a plan B. Plan B starts now. Changes will be made along the way.
Ok, I've said it. Do I feel better? No. Still feel crappy and stupid. Will I survive? Definately. There are plans for me. I'll find that out later.
Are you going to keep reading? Probably not. But the wit, sarcasm, and other fun will continue. Just no complaining about anesthesia school.
Will I return to school? I don't know. I could return to the same program this August. I don't think I'll do that. I have credits earned, but not sure what I'd go for. Luckily, there are always jobs in nursing. And I've always had the philosophy that no education is a waste. Heck, I started college as an art student. Graphic design, switched to art education. Realized I was more craftsy than artsy.