Got Milk?

As I submitted the last of my dues in the pigeonhole, I felt a liberating high. After a sem-worth of stress, I am finally off. This must be the most exhausting year, as far I know, juggling 3 majors + an N-elective. It was going to be an overkill if I loaded myself with minor subjects to clutter my brain. On the brightside of things, I've distinguished the hard from the soft bones in me while on clinicals. The whole idea of the classic "TLC" nurse as advertised academically- the tender, loving, and caring people wearing white caps, is being replaced with the smart, tough, and proactive hospital personnels wearing scrub suits (I just love the Honda car-with-a-scrub-suit ad!) in medical journals. I love the evolution but I'd still want a piece of that cap. Aside that looks good with the uniform? Nothing. Sheesh I missed writing! hehehe. It's just my personal realization of how the TLC completes the care package. The class cards will matter but the thank yous from the patients is indeed the cherry, without droplets of hypocrisy on top. One prolific season to wrap up!