Cripes…it’s almost midterm!

Time flies. I just noticed that semester has been in full swing for quite awhile now…I hadn’t noticed. My OB mom is still pregnant. I have ceased to have dreams of twin babies exploding from her midsection, but I am now partially convinced that I’m going to be an RN before she delivers. But I imagine everything will get done, and I remain overjoyed that my classes are all interesting (they all involve Heavy-Duty Medical Geekery) and taught by good teachers (despite some of their pronunciation difficulties). There is nothing worse than getting up and feeling you’d rather stick a needle in your eye than sit through a particular lecture, and I don’t have any this semester. It makes a big difference. Depending on who is lecturing, I occasionally even look forward to it. Yes. This is what my life has come to. (In my defense, I do get out occasionally. I met some other nursing students for dinner and bar last night, and we hardly ever even mentioned school!)

As you can see, I have been feeling unusually optimistic today. I did a lot of reading that largely made sense to me, and—this will sound so dorky—the boyfriend and I were watching old House, M.D. episodes and each time he asked me “what does that mean” or “why would that happen” I KNEW! Then I went to get a haircut, and my stylist asked me if I knew about some medications she was taking, and I did. The point of this is that although I feel like a total moronic idiot most of the time, this stuff is somehow sinking in despite itself. Also, I realized that the end is actually in sight. This time NEXT year I’ll be looking head-on at graduation. NEXT YEAR! Not years and years from now.

Perhaps my new haircut is causing me to view life with a less jaundiced eye. I have grown tired of waiting hours for it to dry (I decided that if I have to schedule when to wash my hair so I have time to cope with it, it’s too long and needs to be mown down) so I got, seriously, 7 or 8 inches chopped off. My head feels very light! I can still fit it in a ponytail, but it’s got cute little flippy layers. I asked the boyfriend if he liked my hair, and he said, “It looks the same.” Men. I get 8 inches cut off my hair, thus totally changing the way I look, and it looks the same to him, but if I gain 6 ounces of weight, this change is readily apparent to him. What can one do? Fact is I’ve gained MORE than 6 ounces of weight lately. I think I am retaining ice cream.