Re-Igniting the Bat Signal

Well guys, I would like to apologize for the severe, massive amount of lonely you all have endured while I was gone. In exchange, I have stories: Hawaii, new boy stories, and

 

 

DRUM ROLL PLEASE

 

 

TODAY WAS MY FIRST DAY OF NURSING SCHOOL

 

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

 

 

That’s me. Except I’m a girl. Actually, that’s not me, that was a terrible idea for me to type that. Moving on.

 

So today was my first day. Woke up and was super excited. However, I did not want to leave the sanctity of my blessed bed with the Temperpedic mattress topper. Let the church say Amen. So I hit the snooze. Again. And again. And again. 

 

However, last night Awake Aurora outsmarted sleepy Aurora. So what did I do? I had set the alarms (yes, multiple. Three on the cell phone and two on the alarm clock….I like sleep) TWO HOURS EARLY for when I legitimately needed to get up. I woke about 40 minutes before I needed to walk out the door. But since all my stuff was all laid out and together, including snacks and a water bottle, (thank you Fly Lady) all I had to do was put on my face and get presentable for the day. 

 

 

I left 10 minutes later than I wanted to. In my defense, most of that time was spent singing into my hairbrush and dancing around my bathroom. 

 

So, got in the car and panicked. Because now there was traffic. And I had never actually seen the place I was supposed to park. The solution? SMART PHONE TO THE RESCUUUUUUUUUE. GPS got me there 10 MINUTES before my targeted time, which was half an hour before class. Parked, walked in, chatted with a friend who lives on campus who I’m going to start calling M since we have all our classes together. You’ll probably hear/read a lot about M. 

So M and I walk into class. This particular one is nearly two hours long. And what is the prof? A hippie. First class. Like batik-shawl, glasses-wearing massive hippie.

 

She wore blue, not green. But otherwise, spot on.

 

So you would be correct in I immediately was unamused by her. Especially since she insists on being called Doctor. When she is a Professor of Nursing. Am I the only one who finds this funny? However, the minute she opened her mouth, I instantly admired her. Because the woman knew what she was talking about. And was intelligent. And was saying all these things that I have ALWAYS wanted to know. Or at least been vaguely curious about. SO needless to say, I kinda want her to be my Valentine. In a strictly professional, non-sexually oriented way. 

So two hours later, I manage to finagle my way out to lunch (apparently my nursing school is big on the free food thing. There was even Gluten Free stuff, so I could nom on it) where I actually won something in a raffle. I was pretty sure I was in an alternate reality. I did bring my TARDIS water bottle and Doctor Who lunch box (You can find them both on Think Geek), so that was a possibility. After lunch, M and I ran to our next class and this is where things get tricky. So, M and I are in the same “block”, which means we have all our classes together. Or so we thought. Because she said our second class met in the same room as our morning class, when I could’ve sworn it met in the basement of that building. So I humor her and we’re chatting with people and all the sudden a woman professor walks in. I normally wouldn’t care, but I happened to know that our prof for this course was a man. So I double checked my schedule. Low and behold I was right! So we booked it out of there, right as class was starting and made it to the basement only two minutes late. But the story isn’t over friends; there was a sign on the door saying “We’re on the third floor in the conference room today!” 

 

I may have cursed at this point. Because the elevators in this 3 story building are awful and slow and I didn’t want to die before anyone knew to look for me. We high-tailed it up the stairs and I’m pretty sure we looked like madwoman as we dashed around the third floor. Because we are now 10 minutes late, because we overshot the conference room because we were too busy looking for the conference room. 

 

I wish I was joking. Oh, and this was my expression: 

So I’m sure my prof adored me right off the bat.

 

But no, our epic tale doesn’t simply end here. My prof passed around the sign-in sheet and I saw my space and initialed in. But guess who’s name WASN’T on it and DID IN FACT BELONG IN THE FIRST ROOM?

 

If you guessed M, good for you. She was pissed. Because now we were 15 minutes into class and she didn’t want to go running back to a class we ran out of. However, the class was an hour and a half long. So I thought it would’ve been okay. But she stayed and ended up adoring my prof so much, she’s switching to my section. So in other words, I win more than Charlie Sheen.

 

WIIIINNNNINNNNNNNG.  That class was awesome too. DOUBLE WINNNNNINNNNNG. 

Anyways, I’m going to get a jump on Wednesday’s material, but I’m thinking Wednesdays and Fridays are going to be my official updating days. Maybe. Probably. But anywhoo, I’m back, reignite the bat signal!