Scoffers beware!

Today I made the most delicious flash cards you've ever seen for my impending Med-Surg test on Tuesday. My flashcards are a thing of legend, a true art. As I sit and look down at my pen and highlighter stained hands I feel immense satisfaction. I keep all my flashcards because who knows when you are going to need a detailed account on the stages of labor or the chemical components of Penicillin?

And they scoff, my fellow nursing students, when they see me pouring over my cards...and yet the morning before a test, when we are all sitting in the lobby of the nursing building, overcaffinated and sleep deprived doing one last cram session...they look to the cards for answers. Panicked they say, "Rosie, what does your card say? I can’t remember the contraindications for Lactated Ringers!" And the cards know, they always do.

You see readers; I make believers out of scoffers.My fellow nursing students are for the most part more linear thinkers, as are many who excel in the Sciences. They stare at a computer screen as they study. They look at boring lectures notes. Not I, my right brained tendencies crave interaction, colors, pictures, cross-references, details! And so I look to the cards.

And on the cover of each card notebook (I spring for the fancy ones that are bound together) I write, "If found please call Rosie (Insert telephone number). Reward! And I mean it."

So, tonight I feel I've earned the beer waiting for me at my bar.
And I'm listening to Sam Cooke
Ok, Goodnight.