Exam Numero Uno
Tomorrow morning at 0800 I will embark on my first examination in nursing school. Fundamentals. An exam covering 20 chapters, and 4 long weeks of lecture material.
In the words of Angela Martin from the Office (the Business School episode)
"Poop is falling from the ceiling....Poop!"
Not sure if you understand where I'm coming from with this quote...similar to "sh*t's hittin' the roof?" I just thought it would be more appropriate considering today's theme through out study groups has in fact been...poop, not hitting the roof, but following the same route as gravity.
Let's just say, between people sending "I just farted" text messages and others stepping out of the room to "relieve themselves," we got a CRAP-ton of studying done. So I'm sure you now understand my need to quote Angela Martin in this current scenario.
A Bondi Obsession
So not only has my good friend Reese's created a running monster (aka: me), but she has also created a Bondi Band fanatic! Any hateful saying that has gone through my mind mid-run is actually mass produced on Bondi Bands all over the world!
Have you ever caught yourself thinking, "Aw, I soooo don't want to run anymore." Then your good friend looks back with a face that screams....
....and you know you must run on.
So I guess you actually have to have friends to wear this band without feeling totally ashamed?
Well, all I know is I seriously consider purchasing this band in LARGE print for all those haters who glare at me from inside their cars as I limp alongside the road for 10 miles.
But then again, this is just so acurate....
So...I'm ordering new Bondi Bands for Reese's and myself. Which ones to buy!?!?!
Oh! I am proud to say I have completed my 1st long run of 10 miles. Reese's and I booked it down Ocean Drive last night and thankfully:
1. Didn't break any bones
2. Didn't cease to exist via automobile
3. Didn't have an incontinent moment