The Sweet Taste of Success

Up until about a week ago...my life has been a bucket of stress. In order to become a Dental Hygienist, you have to put yourself through two years worth of utter pain and suffering. It is a brutal program and to be quite honest...has made me question my sanity on several occasions as to why in the heck I would do this to myself. But...I'm nearing the end of the tunnel, and believe it or not...I can see the light.

I took the written national board a little over a week ago. The written board is a terrible, awful, no good, very bad thing. It brought my life so much stress and anguish that I'm surprised Tim didn't move out during the whole time I studied for it. I'm sure I was not the easiest person to live with because I pretty much only studied, ate, and slept for about two months. Our house was a disaster, and he was pretty much left to fend for himself. I'm sure a lot of you thought we had fallen off the face of the earth entirely.

As soon as I walked out of the six hour exam I felt so much relief. But...today was the day of judgement as I got my results in the mail. My mom called me, informed me that it had come, and then told me she was going to open it. I didn't want her to. In fact, I was planning on coming home, locking myself in a closet, and then after reading the results...crying myself to sleep. This was not acceptable to my mother however...and she opened it anyway. When she told me my score, I literally screamed outloud. After hours and hours of studying...it paid off. I passed!

So...with 26 days left and three boards to go, I'm finally on the downhill side of things. Lets just hope my next three tests go as well as the first one did...