Joy
Joy is such a wonderful feeling! I've been experiencing it quite a bit lately.
Topping my joy list above all else is the news that I'm going to become an aunt sometime around next August. I'm so thrilled, I can hardly stand it. My brother just released us from keeping it a secret so what better place to broadcast it than the internet?
Running a pretty close second was the joy I experienced during my interview for my clinical class. We had to meet with one of the professors to receive our final care plan as well as an evaluation written up by the 3 professors who guided us through this first semester of clinical experience. I had been stressing out so badly over what my grade was going to be in that class. I just knew it was going to be a high B because I got an 89 on my first care plan. I drew the professor who had the reputation of being the hardest one for my second care plan, and this was going to be 30% of my grade. If I got all the points possible for my professional conduct and evaluations from my offsite clinicals, the lowest grade I could get to still escape with an A for the course was an 88%. When she told me I had gotten a 92% on it, the relief just washed over me.
The written evaluation by the 3 professors goes in our file for future reference when professors are asked to give recommendations for graduate school. The professor I met with read what they had written aloud to me, and it nearly brought me to tears. It literally felt like there was a bubble in my chest wanting to explode. They said such wonderful things about me, it just made me feel really humbled. After she finished reading it, she told me then that she thought I was definitely in the right profession. My patients loved me, and I was sweet without being syrupy. I tried to act with proper decorum while on the inside I was absolutely jumping for joy. It made all the stress of this semester worth it. I ended up just squeaking out an A at 93% for the course. Each of the other 3 courses came out at 96%, so my joy is complete.
There is also the small matter that my car hasn't given up the ghost yet. God is definitely smiling on me lately.
Topping my joy list above all else is the news that I'm going to become an aunt sometime around next August. I'm so thrilled, I can hardly stand it. My brother just released us from keeping it a secret so what better place to broadcast it than the internet?
Running a pretty close second was the joy I experienced during my interview for my clinical class. We had to meet with one of the professors to receive our final care plan as well as an evaluation written up by the 3 professors who guided us through this first semester of clinical experience. I had been stressing out so badly over what my grade was going to be in that class. I just knew it was going to be a high B because I got an 89 on my first care plan. I drew the professor who had the reputation of being the hardest one for my second care plan, and this was going to be 30% of my grade. If I got all the points possible for my professional conduct and evaluations from my offsite clinicals, the lowest grade I could get to still escape with an A for the course was an 88%. When she told me I had gotten a 92% on it, the relief just washed over me.
The written evaluation by the 3 professors goes in our file for future reference when professors are asked to give recommendations for graduate school. The professor I met with read what they had written aloud to me, and it nearly brought me to tears. It literally felt like there was a bubble in my chest wanting to explode. They said such wonderful things about me, it just made me feel really humbled. After she finished reading it, she told me then that she thought I was definitely in the right profession. My patients loved me, and I was sweet without being syrupy. I tried to act with proper decorum while on the inside I was absolutely jumping for joy. It made all the stress of this semester worth it. I ended up just squeaking out an A at 93% for the course. Each of the other 3 courses came out at 96%, so my joy is complete.
There is also the small matter that my car hasn't given up the ghost yet. God is definitely smiling on me lately.
posted by Sara | 12:50 AM
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