Midterms were interesting, this term, with more 'practical' ie 'hands on' stuff than ever before. Which makes sense given what I'm studying, right?
In all, I think they went well. My final midterm, in Anatomy & Physiology, was yesterday. 50 multiple choice questions, fairly written, and fairly straightforward. Which to me means if you know the material, it's easy.
I knew most of the material. The couple that I'm sure I missed, I just didn't know at all. Which is fine. I'd rather have it be that than knowing it but not being able to access it at test time. That sucks.
The good news is I feel solid in my program, and like progress is being made, and like the foundation for the discipline is being laid in my psyche. So that's all good.
Milestones...Daughter no longer has to use crutches! Woot! As of this morning, the surgeon released her to walk on her own. She started, at his behest, to put 50% of her weight on the leg beginning last week..and walk around her apartment, just to get the leg used to bearing weight again. 6 weeks is a loooong time when you're a muscle that hasn't been working normally, you know? Her comment to me just now was that 'the knee is making some funny cracking sounds, but I think that's normal...'
Ok.
Voting..was a ridiculously easy process this time. Except when I reached into my wallet to produce my drivers license and found it not there. Not. Which made me freeze and begin a replay of my last week...envisioning where in the heck I'd last needed that thing...and I remembered I used it at the bank on Saturday. But that I had taken the cash from the bank envelope and thrown the envelope away immediately. Which meant my drivers license was probably in that and I hadn't seen it and shitohshitohshit today is trash day!
I called hubby, who just happens to be off today for some doctor visits and such, and who, by the time I got back home, had extracted the three trash bags from the big black rolling trash bin out front and was looking through them to find the envelope and presumably the drivers license.
Yes, he's a keeper.
Anyway, we found the envelope, but the license wasn't in it.
So we tidied up, washed our hands up to our elbows, and I went to the bank, because that was the only place it could be.
Fortunately, it was. There. At the front desk. Along with a stack of others, rubber banded together.
Apparently this happens a lot.
In all, I think they went well. My final midterm, in Anatomy & Physiology, was yesterday. 50 multiple choice questions, fairly written, and fairly straightforward. Which to me means if you know the material, it's easy.
I knew most of the material. The couple that I'm sure I missed, I just didn't know at all. Which is fine. I'd rather have it be that than knowing it but not being able to access it at test time. That sucks.
The good news is I feel solid in my program, and like progress is being made, and like the foundation for the discipline is being laid in my psyche. So that's all good.
Milestones...Daughter no longer has to use crutches! Woot! As of this morning, the surgeon released her to walk on her own. She started, at his behest, to put 50% of her weight on the leg beginning last week..and walk around her apartment, just to get the leg used to bearing weight again. 6 weeks is a loooong time when you're a muscle that hasn't been working normally, you know? Her comment to me just now was that 'the knee is making some funny cracking sounds, but I think that's normal...'
Ok.
Voting..was a ridiculously easy process this time. Except when I reached into my wallet to produce my drivers license and found it not there. Not. Which made me freeze and begin a replay of my last week...envisioning where in the heck I'd last needed that thing...and I remembered I used it at the bank on Saturday. But that I had taken the cash from the bank envelope and thrown the envelope away immediately. Which meant my drivers license was probably in that and I hadn't seen it and shitohshitohshit today is trash day!
I called hubby, who just happens to be off today for some doctor visits and such, and who, by the time I got back home, had extracted the three trash bags from the big black rolling trash bin out front and was looking through them to find the envelope and presumably the drivers license.
Yes, he's a keeper.
Anyway, we found the envelope, but the license wasn't in it.
So we tidied up, washed our hands up to our elbows, and I went to the bank, because that was the only place it could be.
Fortunately, it was. There. At the front desk. Along with a stack of others, rubber banded together.
Apparently this happens a lot.
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