Ok. Done pouting. Self-pity is a bad color on me.
I'll get my pre-recs out of the way and then sit on my hands until my name comes up on the list to get into nursing or med tech school, whichever comes first. I'll eat the whale one bite at a time. (Thanks, DMG :-) ). Thank you everybody.
I think I was just feeling extra-dejected the other day because I'd gone to give blood and was surprised when they rejected me. I had to do the Walk of Shame past all the other applicants, their eyes on me saying, “What's wrong with her?”
(And there were five bonus points in A&P if I donated blood too. I hate leaving bonus points on the table.)
Anyway, I walked into my A&P class where my instructor, Nurse Bagel, had put up on the board all the topics we needed to know for our up-coming test. I picked a topic and started writing.
She came up behind me and asked, “So how'd the donation go?”
I turned around and said, “I got rejected!”
“Really? I'm surprised.”
“Yup.” I rolled my eyes. “Just because I'm a prostitute they won't take my blood.”
Now THAT surprised her. Doubled her over laughing, actually.
Hee! The best part about being old is that I no longer give a shit about appeaing all prim and proper...