How your Friday might start if you were a pharmacy student....

Alarm clock blares at 5:45 am and you roll over screaming at yourself internally for not going to bed at an earlier hour. You stumble out of bed and somehow manage to make it to the bathroom. The next thing you know you are wide awake because you are blasted with freezing cold water, you never turned on the hot water. Once dressed (which in itself was an epic battle), you make your way to the kitchen to throw some awful concoction into the blender for breakfast because you would never have time for a real breakfast. With your plastic cup of nastiness, you grab your bags and run out the door so that you can make it to class in time.

The drive to school is a blur, it only took you 15 minutes and you wonder to yourself out loud if you actually ran a few stoplights as you walk to class. In class you make the professional niceties to your Teacher and the TA's, then you sit in your seat trying to make nice with all the other people at your table while also trying to re-cram all the information you studied the night before back into your brain so that you can answer a few questions right.

Your table competes in some loud activity, you aren't quite sure what just happened. Then you and your partner try to finish an exercise that has no bearing on your future. Time stops when the professor announces that it is your turn to practice injecting yourself with insulin (of course the bottle is saline), but you know your irrational fear of needles and the thought of sticking yourself is to much to bear in your sleep deprived state. (What is even more unbearable is the thought of lifting up your shirt for the TA, so that they can watch you) You stumble back to the little room and fumble through the counseling and preparation points for a patient; then you unwrap the needle and take a deep breath as you prepare to stick yourself. "If I just jab it really quick it will be over," you think to yourself and then attempt to accomplish this task.....

Pain surges through you, but the pain is confusing because its not your abdomen that hurts; instead it is your thumb. Your face turns a thousand shades of red and you think to yourself this can't get any worse. And then you stop, because you realize you still have to show that you can stick yourself in the abdomen. You unwrap a new syringe and complete the task with your head hung low. The TA tries to assure you that you did a great job, but you yourself know that you are the retard who stuck their thumb...

***This story may not be interpreted as fact. If any of you readers try to pass it off as facts, I will deny it till the day I die (maybe...)