I live one day at a time some days. Just getting through. But I’m really not that depressing. Actually, I think I’m rather upbeat and happy, although I probably come across as stuck up and rude to enough people at school. 
I don’t mean to be. That’s just because I don’t see well, and I look fine.
On the other side of the computer is me, Abigail. I’m currently twenty-two and I live in the Midwest, United States. On February 17th I failed the clinical portion of nursing and therefore I was removed from the nursing program. When I asked the director point blank if she thought I should try again for the reacceptance, she said it was probably not a good idea. When they did an administrative withdraw of me from my nursing classes to preserve my GPA, they said I cannot reapply.
That left me with the question of: where do I go from here?
Guess what? I don’t know. Guess what else? You’re going to find out with me.
This is my blog from the beginning of twelve days after I failed nursing 2011, to whenever I decide to stop. I don’t have any set plans on what to write, except my many introspective thoughts on life, religion, hopes, and anything else that strikes my fancy. Except writing.
To look back at my time in nursing school, visit Nursing Write.
To read about my adventures in writing, read Always a Writer.
