I'm done the semester! Big sigh of relief from me.
It went well, I made honor society (I think!), I got a decent GPA, and I am done.
I'll reflect later on what I learned this semester and how far I've come...but for now, it's party time!
One day I woke up and realized I'm not a baby nurse anymore. I'm not even a young nurse. I'm a real adult who has now been doing this for years, and I'm definitely expected to know what I'm doing at all times. And that's fucking terrifying.