My backpack died today. It's been with me since the 6th grade. And I just needed it to last one more year....waah, waah, waah. I cut my finger on my binder this morning,
my binder! Then I cut an additional finger and thumb on my bike. Pathetic. Other than that, this is the most intense quarter yet, and some days I am literally sick with the stress of it. But I just focus on one very long day at a time, and 7 more weeks from now, I'll be in the clinic. I suppose that'll be a whole new kind of stress, but at least different. This "1st year" of PT school goes on forever!
Now I'm going to fix the handlebars on my bike... it's just a falling apart kind of day!
Noooo!!! I'm still using the same backpack i've had since about 6th grade too. I still have one of those yellow VIP friday papers in it. It will be a sad day when she gives up on me.
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