i love that our friendship is based predominantly on threats.

I did it.

I survived the first two weeks of nursing school.

They gave me a bag of needles and told me not to leave them in the soccer field. I feel so... reliable.

Then they told me all the ways I could potentially kill somebody. I feel so... inadequate.

Two weeks down, 18 months to go.


Oh. If you're one of those people and you're reading this, stop telling me how much you hate needles when I tell you I'm going into nursing. I really don't care, and they're so much less scary than crush injuries. Which I might give you if you keep making that comment.