Baby Steps

Alright, so yesterday was fairly eventful.

For Nutrition class, we got a bit of a surprise and got to go to the cadaver room - ok, I know that's not exactly something to celebrate, lol. It was optional, but I was actually really excited, so I volunteered in a heartbeat.

I was proud of myself - I thought that seeing a dead body cut open and whatnot for the first time would bring me to my knees, or at least send me running to the bathroom. But it was so casual, I didn't feel sick. For one of the rare times, I felt like I could push my squeamishness and girly tendencies aside, and truly want to learn something. I know we'll be doing it more often once I get into more science classes, especially in nursing.

I don't know, I'm proud of myself. I feel like I've sort of crossed a threshold, and really come to the realization that this is what I'm going to be doing. There's just something different about reaching out and touching what you're learning, being able to see it.

Maybe, just maybe, I'm getting somewhere.