Today was the first day of Anatomy and Physiology. I have class from 8:45 to 1 PM Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. It looks like this course is going to proceed at breakneck speed. We have our first exam Wednesday. We begin dissection on Wednesday as well. (We will be dissecting a fetal pig, a rat, and a heart). During the lecture portion, I scribbled furiously, but was shocked to find that I could not keep up.
It's interesting, the people that you meet. One woman is there because she's found herself, shockingly, divorced at age fifty. She wants to be self sufficient. On the other side of the table are two young girls who spent most of the lab chatting about one girl's upcoming nuptials. At the end of our table are three women who have already failed the course once. I was surprised at their blase attitude. One said she was only 1.35 points off from passing. The other said she had a 69. "They don't cut you any slack," two of the women complained. The Chinese girl at the end of the table speaks halting English, which may have accounted for failing the course. A couple middle aged guys at the next table were nursing students, back in school after a long stint with unemployment. I should have sat at that table, I think. In fact, a woman at that table struck up a conversation with me after class. They are there to kick A and P's butt, and so am I.
Despite my determination, I walked to the car feeling a little sick inside, and I drove home scared witless. Before I got all the way home, I'd made up my mind. Failure is not an option. It simply isn't. We cannot afford to pay for this class twice. I'll be working pretty hard here. Posting might get a little irregular. Bear with me.