Week 2 down and 2 more to go.
Yesterday we had our “mid-terms” with a dreaded OSCE….and of course, I was freaking the hell out.
Long story short: 100% on the OSCE, 99% on the Open Book and a goddamn 92% on the Closed Book exam. It was totally my fault. I mis-read the question and answered accordingly…which of course, was the wrong answer. There were only 20 questions on the test which roughly counted off like 2.5 points each.
Yes, I know, 92 is a good grade.
But I am an “A” student. That’s the grade I wanted. Grrrr.
I’m also starting to get really homesick and I don’t mean Alaska homesick…I mean NC..homesick. I know it’s probably because of things going on in my life right now and the fact that Howard is there right now without me.
I need only to think of the sweet smell of honeysuckle or the effervescent glow of fireflies and my heart starts to ache. I talk to Howard on the phone and I hear people in the background talking with their “Western Carolina dialects” and I want to jump on the next plane and run to the familiar.
But soon enough…in just over two weeks…I’ll be able to sink my feet into the forest floor of fallen maple and oak trees and pine needles. I’ll be intoxicated with the smell of Magnolia….
I’ll be able to walk into a restaurant and say “hey ya’ll” without getting an amused look of condescension.
In fact, my accent with be more prominent as I tend to pick up dialects wherever I go which is annoying as all hell to me.
Except this time, it won’t be annoying at all. It’ll feel just like home.