Here I sit, searching the deepest corridors of my mind and attempting to pull out skimpy strings of thoughts but unfortunately, failing to mold them into something wholesome. How strange it is to think that not long after I created this blog, there were many times a day I would find my fingers pleasurably skimming the keyboard with ease, but now, I question, “What is there left to speak of?” There are infinite topics to thrive upon, but it seems that all I have wanted to express had been done so already repetitiously. Perhaps I am too distracted by the fact that I am no longer a minor, and that I will be a college student in a few months.
Holy shit. PCC’s average BSN passing rate for the NCLEX is about 93%.
I knew their nursing program is good, but not THAT good. They beat some of the top state universities and UCs as well.
Often, I find myself gazing at pictures of delicious foods despite my stomach’s hunger pangs, making me much more ravenous. I feel like a pregnant woman.