Blogcrastination

I made up a new word for tonight's blog title. I have hit a studying funk in the lead up to the 2nd part of our finals for the first half of our anatomy class.  I aced the lab final which was all labeling. Tomorrow's is the physiology final...and that stuff is tricky. Still, I can't seem to get my head in the game today.

Maybe because today I heard back from that college I applied to out east and I'm moving further into the application process. They asked me for an interview. Which makes everything so much more real. When I looked under every nook and cranny out here in my area for a place to start nursing school and discovered there were no more seats available for fall, I began to broaden my search. This school has 2 open seats for fall, so I pulled my package together and applied.

If I am accepted I'll be faced with a tough decision.

a) Go!

b) Don't go.

One would immediately think option A. For a woman living on rapidly dwindling funds, it makes sense to get in and get out and get working as fast as possible. Leave home, family, friends, church and just buckle down and plow through a program. (Plus I used to live on the east coast, and love it.)

Option B, not going, means a certain delay before I can even apply to be accepted locally for winter quarter -- and with their lottery selection process, it's a 1 out of 20 chance they'll take me. I could easily be waiting a full year or more to start if I stay in town. (And during that delay, all of my hard-won science knowledge might dribble out of my head.) Still, I wouldn't abandon the kid, who will be attending college locally and could conceivably be home for sunday dinners, laundry, church. Friends and family would still be accessible. But if I stay I'll run out of money and that will be a huge bummer.

Choices...choices. Wait, what's that saying about not counting chickens before they hatch?

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Random observation sidebar:

I see anatomy whenever I eat food. It's a bit gross. String cheese has been my favorite snack but now its the spinal chord with the white matter fibers running vertically up and down. Vanilla yogurt isn't very far from brain tissue. Never knew how delicate that was until this class. The roast I made today, I noticed the bundles of fasicles all held together with their respective connective tissues. Had to do a little dissection before it went in the pot. I was momentarily grossed out but recovered when it slow cooked all day and filled the house with aroma.

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Alright...bombing tomorrow's test would put a huge cramp in my style. I should get back to the books...

Night!