One Semester

Four months ago I started my fourth and final year of pharmacy school. My first rotation was Internal Medicine, which I still to this very moment count as the most terrible two months of my entire life. I can remember countless times when either Mom or Dad approached me out of concern, be it for lack of sleep or the sheer amount of time I spent hunched over my notes. They wanted to do something to help me. They wanted me to tell them it was okay.

I told them instead: "If I can make it to Thanksgiving nothing can stop me."

Guess what?

I made it.