For several days now, I have noted that people are finding my blog by searching for “crack whore stories.” That’s odd, but I can up that ante because I actually HAVE a crack whore story—well, it’s not really my story, but anyway. My friend X was dating Y, who was in the middle of a nasty divorce with his lyin’, cheatin’ wife. There was a custody battle. X, in a good-faith effort to dig up dirt on Y’s wife, said, “Well, were there ever any substance abuse issues?” No. X, never one for niceties, said, reflectively, “Well, she may be a whore, but at least she isn’t a crack whore.” I’m sure Y felt comforted.
That story may not be funny if you don’t know my friend X, and of course you don’t. Still, these intrepid Googlers will now in fact HAVE a crack whore story for these searches.
I just found out my nursing school is upping the “pass” score to 75% (not cumulative; on each test), the B cutoff to 85%, and the A cutoff to 92%. It’s something else to freak out about. I’m starting to wonder if 2 years is enough time to cram BSN-level information into our heads in a form we can use on the floor. I hope so. I’m just bullheadedly sticking to my mantra: do the best I can and don’t drop out, and eventually I’ll be a nurse!
I think your new attitude as expressed in the last couple of posts is a good one: do as well as you can without freaking out.
I just passed the exit HESI, and I wish I could rest on my laurels, but we have *waaayyyyyy* too much still left on our plates before graduation.
Good luck on the things you choose to focus on.
Crack Whore. That cracks me up. Seriously, who searches for such a person?