The last first day of school.

Forget the shiny new shoes and the smell of a new backpack and sharpened pencils.  When you've been in school this long all you want is a good cup of coffee to start the year.

 My day began with me going to the SON (school of nursing) to find out why my clinical time had been changed.  I had registered to have my psych clinical the first eight weeks of the semester to get it out of the way but due to a lack of instructors and site availability I was moved to the second eight weeks.  I am registered for 11 hours this semester- a substantial decrease from the 15+ I'm used to carrying.  I even met with my advisor for confirmation that I wasn't missing anything.  She assured me that all of my requirements thus far have been completed.  Of course there were all of the other freak-outs regarding tuition, scholarship/loan requirements, who said what, a lot of sighing, and doubting--> all of which are to be expected.

I accomplished everything on my "to do" list for the day.  I am going to try to hold out as long as possible on getting the parking permit...

A sense of "whelm-ness" is hovering over my class of 9 like a storm cloud.  All of us have been put through the ringer and we're like abused puppies anticipating a beat down when instead we have a week to read one chapter or a nice e-mail from a professor that reads, "You all passed the exam with a 90 or above. Way to go!" Throughout the day we exchanged glances with each other as if we were saying "That's it?"

I hope that the drive to do well doesn't diminish over the next 16 weeks.  I also hope that what it is that I'm supposed to do next will be revealed to me.  All of the who, what, when, where, how, and sometimes why questions have yet to be answered and I am getting a little antsy about what to do next.