Today Christy takes her last final exam of her first semester of nursing school. It’s been a long three and a half months.
To her credit, she’s done a fantastic job. We knew it was gonna be tough — and it was — but she rocked it out, getting A’s and B’s in all her classes. Well, except for Pharmacology, which nearly sunk not just her but several in her class. To pass, she had to make a 75 on the final. Anything below that, and she would be forced to retake the class in the spring at a different campus before she could continue on in the program, setting her back at least a semester. But it would also mean she wouldn’t be able to return to the campus where she had started and where she had bonded with her teacher and fellow students. We were both emotionally wrecked all day yesterday as we waited for the outcome. And then about 8:00pm we got the answer: She had made an 80. She was moving on.