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I was sitting in the kitchen surfin’ the internet when my niece walked in from school.

“Guess what, Baba?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“I don’t know.” I replied. “What?”

“I’m going to be in junior high soon!” she proclaimed jumping up and down.

My niece is 9 years old, so there’s still a couple of years left before she starts junior high. With this thought in mind, I calmed down a little bit. But for a moment there, thoughts were raising through my mind. The typical “OMG. I’m getting old” was the first one. (And yes, I actually did say “OMG”, followed by my LOL.)

I recently graduated with my Bachelors in Nursing degree. However, it hasn’t quite hit me yet. I still feel like I have an exam on Monday, or that I have to write my philosophy paper and prepare my client care conference presentation. There’s a part of me that’s still thinking that I have yet another care plan due at the end of the week. At the same time, I just want to lounge around the house when I know I should be out there on my official job hunting post graduation. I can finally go to a job interview and state, “Yes, I am a college graduate.”

In addition to that, I got engaged last month. I was engaged for a whole month, but it never really hit me that I was engaged. It was probably because I was always so stressed with school that I didn’t even mention it to anybody. Then again, the me 4 years ago would have picked up my hand and waved it around for the world to see. The me I am now would rather just hold off on the press conference to announce how “engaged” I am.

Then another thought hit me. My niece is going to junior high. I graduated college. It’s just a whole lot of milestones in life coming at me. There has to be some more out there as well that just hasn’t hit me yet. I look around and most of my friends are either pregnant or already gave birth. The people that I spent my childhood years with talking about the newest boyband release are now mothers. My high school classmates are getting engaged from left to right, while some are already married and talking about buying houses and family cars, like how to compare the Toyota Sienna with the Dodge Caravan.

Am I ready for all of this?

Some people might think that I’m young, all 22 years of me, but I am ready.

I enjoyed my alliteration of a title.

We had the much anticipated Bachelorette Party today. As the oathe was said, I shall not divulge too much information. However, I would like to state that it was probably the first PG-13 Bachelorette party . . ever. It was so innocent that the stripper had a towel on the whole time. It was like going to the beach . . . not scandalous at all.

Speaking of beach . . . I have a little piece of advice for all you viewers. Don’t swim with your sunglasses on. You will lose it. We lost two sunglasses today in the water. A third one was ready for the taking but the owner’s reflexes were a little faster than the previous two . . I think.

I haven’t blogged in a while. I forgot how to do it correctly.

I’m sleepy. Good night.

You’re not THAT special.

It’s too early in the morning.

I don’t feel like being mistreated by some dim-witted idiot over the phone. It’s very rude of you to think that you’re better than me and pull a power trip. I’m not scared of you. I actually have the proof that the wrongdoing came from your side of the pasture. I already acquired the proof, and I am willing to use it to bring you back to your rightful level before you decided to exalt yourself sans the actual power to do so.

I started off today not wanting to wake up at 7 in the morning. I have a 9 o’clock class (Adult II), and I usually wake up around 7, so that I can be at school by 8 and try to park within the closest two parking lots at school. If I get there any later, I usually have to park in the baseball stadium, which seems miles away from the Nursing building. I couldn’t wake up. Gian had to nudge me a couple of times and tell me that it was already 10 so that I would get out of bed. I get to school a little after nine, so I had to sit in the back. The plug behind me wouldn’t work, so I had to type out my notes hoping that my laptop wouldn’t die in the middle of everything. (It didn’t. Thank goodness.)

After class, I had to go to Payments and Collections to pay for my graduation application. $32 so that I can graduate in December. What I found funny was the little “clause” that they had on the side of the application. It’s one of those “read the fine print,” if you will. Basically, the gist of it is if you don’t end up graduating in December, like you plan to do, you have to pay an additional $10 for failing.

So not only do you fail, you have to pay for failing. I like that (with sarcasm). It’s motivation. Like the fact that I have to wait a whole year before re-applying for the program isn’t already looming over my head upon failure. I have to worry about wasting the first $32 then paying $10 more.

The university is just out to get my money. They may have been more than generous with their scholarship check this month, but they’re taking it all back with the little “bills” that we have to pay. It was confirmed today that we have to pay for our final exams. We’re the first BSN class to have our finals for every class computerized / standardized, so we have to pay to take it.

I was just wondering. If we fail, can we have our money back?

I took my last exam before spring break yesterday. Maybe, just maybe, my brain started spring break a little earlier than usual. I could not, for the life of me, remember anything while I was taking the exam. Here’s to hoping that I didn’t do so bad. I have a whole week off from nursing, and I’m going to make the best of it.

Where have you been? It’s the first question people who haven’t seen me a while ask. It always garners the same answer. I’ve been in the nursing building at PanAM. Last night was the first time that I’ve gone out without worrying about having to go home early to study for an exam or because I had to work the next day. I think it was meant to be because my work called in the afternoon asking if I wanted to work today. They had made a mistake and forgot to put me on the schedule. A PTO request was sent in so that I could complete my hours for this pay period. They told me that I could still cancel the PTO and come to work anyway. I didn’t even have to think twice about that. I get to go out clubbing AND have the day off the next day? It was just too good to be true. I quickly said, “I’ll just take the day off.” Thus, I’m blogging on the first official day off that I’ve had since school started.

Last night was fun and interesting. I got to see some people again. People that I hadn’t seen in a while. I went camera crazy and took 114 pictures. All of which you can view if you click on the picture to the side. That picture was supposed to be “Girls Only,” but my brother decided to convert for a spot in the limelight.