I'm seriously wondering if this is going to become some sort of semester tradition. Yeah, that's right, I had another emotional breakdown this week. Last semester I was flunking practicals left and right. This time around the last straw was getting an email from my neuro professor that my written assignment (which was one of the best in the class) was going to get a 50% because I didn't turn in my rewrites (that were beyond what he asked for in the first place) on time. I fucking did his fucking assigment and even though I did a fucking fantastic job, I'm still getting fucking screwed. And normally I wouldn't really care about these two little measly points. But because I'm in the position that I am where I'm scraping by GPA-wise, I need all the stupid little points I can get.
So yeah, after hours upon hours of very slow studying for another neuro test my frustration and exhaustion got the best of me and... on came the sprinklers. And no one was there to hold me. :(
Herein lies mostly the funny and/or crazy things I come across working as a physical therapist in a hospital. And throughout which other ponderings are interspersed as well.
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