2 more days and my third semester is over. I would compare the first two semesters to ripping off a band-aid. I was so focused and they happened so quickly I didn't have time to feel their pain. This last semester though seems to be really drawing itself out. Tonight I am finishing my third 30-page paper of the last 2 months. I used to write stories but now I write papers.
I rented Motorcycle Diaries the other night and watched it with one of my nursing school friends. I think we are both feeling the need to cut loose because when the beginning of the scene where Gael Garcia Bernal swims across the Amazon at night to the Leper colony flashed on the screen we started to clap and squeal. If the song of my heart could be played out on screen this is the story it would sing. I think the same for her as well. We are in nursing school for a reason. We want to save the world. And I don't even really know what that means, except that there are people hurting in incredible ways and I want to be available to ease their suffering.
This journey of nursing school inspires me. My professors try to encourage us with their tales of the horrors that they endured during nursing school, the embarrassment, the insecurity. They give us little winks to let us know they understand the perils. I enjoy what they say for the sake of a good story but I have to say my tale will be different. There has been nothing horrific and very little embarrassment. Insecurity though, yes. But overall I hold this experience very close to me as something special, the developing of a different self.
So back to adventure.
I am returning to Ghana.
I miss my friends. I miss the clinic. I miss speaking Twi. I miss everything.
I bought a ticket and I leave on Christmas. I will return to San Diego in January for my final semester.
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Godspeed to you, Kacie. I look forward to blog posts about your adventures. And there WILL be adventures. Of that I'm sure :)
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