Thursday, March 15, 2012
Another One Down
I survived, of course, but not without a few scars. If I crumbled every time someone thought I was less than who I really am, I wouldn't be writing this. I know my strengths, weaknesses, and how I score. It didn't really match watch my preceptor thought, but what the heck. Still love her.
I'm really excited that the swelling on my face is going down, I have oodles to write in terms of my thesis, and my house hasn't been touched in terms of Passover cleaning (we all eat everywhere). So it's going to a busy one week that I get to do it all.
As the saying goes, shoot me now!