School has been kicking my ass. Most of my time was spent preparing for this job that I kind of neglected my studies. Now, I was almost behind. The instructor requested that I stitch up a wound and I almost didn't remember which stitch to use. It was a moment of panic. Something simple as stitching and I froze. This could not happen in the exam room.
If it was a live person, they could have died from that hesitation. Not really, but still. I should be able to know how to stitch a wound like the back of my hands. I did accomplish the task, though, but in more time than I used to. The doctor sensed my hesitation and gave me a well-deserved lecture after class. I was humiliated. Never in my life has such disappointment swept me away.
I had to focus on my studies. If I wanted to graduate, I
