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still not done!

Not by a long shot. I didn't start college two years ago to give up and just quit.

So nursing just wasn't for me. I thought I was always meant to help people and this was the way to go. Maybe not. But I've learned their are other ways to use the gifts I've been blessed with. So I'll continue on the original path I sought, which was psychology.

I'm smart. Just not nursing smart. And that's ok I suppose. It still stings. I failed. I don't do that often and I guess it's just a huge blow to my ego. I've spent more time worrying about others think of me and that is probably what hurts the most. "She failed?!" Yeah, I did. Let me see you do this shit. Any one of my fellow nursing students will tell you-it ain't easy! It only gets harder!

Or maybe I'm just trying to convince myself that I'm really not stupid and that it's ok. I don't know. I feel like a failure and I don't want to feel that way.

I'm eight classes from graduating with my Associates in Psychology. I'll then pursue my Bachelors and then my Masters. What then; I have no clue. But I've always like figuring out what makes people tick. So I guess this is the best choice for me.

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