Turtles

So today's post is kind of a bonus. Aren't you thrilled?

For the last week I've had a song percolating in my brain about turtles and the tragedies that befall them when they happen to meander across major roadways.
Strange, you say?
Well of course.
Don't you know whose blog this is?

Anyway, the song came about because of two of my nursing school friends. Neither of them directly caused the demise of a turtle, but each witnessed one.
And subsequent distress ensued. (On the girls' parts. The turtles had already "joined the choir invisible," so to speak.)

So the song was born.
And I'm sharing it with you.
And I know you're desperately excited.



Right?




That's ok.
I'll wait for the applause over here.


Oh you shouldn’t leave a turtle on the highway,
That’s just not the place he’d like to be.
The trucks that whizz right by,
Might make a turtle pie,
The turtle mightn’t like that part at all.

Oh you shouldn’t leave a turtle on the highway.
The sun just might not be the turtle’s friend.
The fire in the sky,
Could make the turtle fry,
The turtle might not find that part too swell.


[chorus]
Oh turtles should be left in quiet waters.
In streams and brooks and places by the sea.
So if you see a turtle,
Hitchhiking down the pavement,
Make sure that he’s allowed to stay carefree…


Oh you shouldn’t leave a turtle on the highway.
There’s not much for the turtle to digest.
The lack of tasty food,
Might wreck the turtle’s mood,
The turtle might find this too much to bear.

Spring Break

Ah, spring break. Pretty much the only reason I have the time and energy to sit here and write this post.
It's a marvelous thing.

Some people are off on a beach, wearing tiny triangles of fabric and string that they pretend are actual bathing suits, drinking enormous amounts of alcohol and hooking up with random strangers. (Mmmmm.... STDs.....)
Some people are traveling to see relatives they haven't seen in months, like long lost Great-aunt Bertha and her hairless chihuahua Nacho.
And some people, like my lovely friend Lacie, are getting married in the Bahamas.

Me?
I'm lying on the living room floor with my snoring dachshund Barney and my NCLEX-RN Q&A Flash Cards.
And I think I just inhaled a dust bunny.

You see, friends, on April 10th I have an exam called the "Exit HESI" at school, which is the Grand Pubah of exams. You have to get a certain score on it in order to graduate as the score indicates something like an 85% chance you'll pass the national nursing boards, or something like that.
It's all quite intimidating.

The professors say they've seen students crumple to the floor in tears, both of joy and defeat.
Does this make me feel confident?
No, it does not.
It makes me wonder:
Will I be the first student in the history of the HSC to smash the computer screen after learning my score?
Should I smuggle in some hairspray and a lighter and threaten to blowtorch the building unless they pass me?
Could I arrange for several trained armadillos to burrow into the room at strategic times thus creating distractions and allowing me time to google the answers?

Perhaps I should just continue with these cards.

But I think I'll keep the armadillos just in case...



In other news: Happy 29th birthday to my best friend Cassie!! You're the greatest and I love you!