Imagine all your grades are essentially dependent on roughly 4 tests per semester, no quizzes or homework grades. Now imagine that your classes happen so fast that you must take 3 such tests every single week. And that’s not to mention the all-or-nothing, pass/fail checkoffs. And if you make lower than a C in a single class, you fail out of the whole program. That is my life, along with 27 other very brave people. I have grown to love them rather dearly.
This was at our last hospital orientation. We’re not the best at organizing pictures, but we’ll take care of you.
[I’m at the very left of the back row, in the brown shirt.]