I Can Do This

If there is anything my last semester of grown up school has taught me (besides lots of chemistry and useless knowledge of the theater I will honestly never need) it's that tea and coffee are my two most favorite things in a cup and I can do this.
Going into last semester I wasn't worried that I would fail or implode due to pressure, I was worried that I wouldn't make it all the way... that is all four years. I knew I could do this first semester, heck even the first two years. But I was almost sure I would change my major to something easier than nursing. And a terrifying nursing information session half way though did not really boost my confidence. (Actual quote: "Nursing students don't have lives, they don't know what lives are.") But I had to take a step back and realize a few things. I am not your typical student, I am [somehow have become] a wonder student. I value the importance of studying. Plus the actual nursing program is only two years! So if it is completely awful, it's only completely awful three months at a time over the course of two years. I will still have my winter break, I will still have my summer break. I will still have my family and friends to encourage me.
Plus this last semester really proved to me that I have what it takes to make it. I can do this. I got straight A's, something I haven't done since probably 6th grade. I knew I had this in me it just took more than middle and high school to bring it back out.

I'm proud of my accomplishments so far and I hope that I can keep up the hard work. Hopefully this is the quickest four years of my life.

We'll see.

A few revelations...

I'm pretty much a superstar athlete.

I should have been a dancer.

I really, REALLY cannot sing.

Coffee does, in fact, have adverse effects on sleeping habits.

My acrocyanosis (sweaty hands that occasionally turn fun, yet concerning, colors like red and blue) is what it is and I need not be embarrassed about it. (However, I don't see this one making any progress because I am a teenager with the desire to conform).

I'm smarter than I think I am.

Working in retail sucks. (And provides good blog material). 

Salt makes my feet feel weird.

Mexican food is only good in moderation.

Buying gas makes me poor(er).

Frozen yogurt might be the best thing on earth.

I am in fact a senior in high school and I can't do anything about it.

Shakespeare is actually entertaining.

Mary Shelly is not.

Eating breakfast is important.

My cooking skills are amazing.

Probably only like 3 of my followers actually read this thing.

I wouldn't be a very good teacher.
 
Old people aren't that bad.

Sweet Relief

Almost literally.... let me explain.

This past weekend I sent in all my college applications. Talk about a weight off my shoulders. I am SO glad that they are all finally done and sent. They have been hanging over me for months and now that they are all done it is nice to know that there is nothing more I can do. It all rests in the admission officers hand's. The hands that better warmly welcome me to everywhere I applied.......... I don't take rejection well. Actually,  not being accepted I guess is okay with me, I have a lot of options that are all pretty feasible and some options that are bit of a stretch.

But the sweet part is I promised myself I would make a cake just for me to eat once all my applications were in. I haven't done it yet... but it will happen.... eventually...

I know you care about this, that's why I blogged about it... der.