Feeling Broadsided by Finals

I'm still not recovered from the two-week-onsite-adventure.

Allow me to bitch for a few.

I took three finals this afternoon. Pharmacology, Clinical Skills, and Midwifery Care. Our Midwifery Care instructor, as my fellow SMS students know, has a way of throwing obscenely difficult-to-reason-through questions at you. Nevertheless, MWC turned out to be the most predictable test I took this afternoon.

I'm not sure I took the pharmacology class that the final exam was written for. Seriously, I'm not. Like, really, I'm supposed to track down all the state regulations on homeopathy/herbal treatments/physical manipulation and scope of care, and provide references, and this is 3 points on a 24 point test? With a 2 hour time limit? Um, no? OK, slight exaggeration, not every question was that bad. But it was seriously headache inducing. Like looking up regulations isn't difficult enough without the time pressure.

I'm not sure I took the Clinical Skills course that the final was written for either, but at least they didn't ask me to pick out equiptment. I've had enough groping in the dark about that one, thankyouverymuch.

As if the tests themselves weren't bad enough, Toddlerness decided that she'd had enough of napping, and eating popcorn and watching Blue's Clues wouldn't cut it anymore, and started trying to escape - she was after her sibs, who were playing at the neighbors' house. I kept having to run after the little punkage. After 4 of these episodes I finally got wise and piled stuff in front of the door.

She was so frigging cute though, running out the door wearing *my* tie-dyed hemp t-shirt and nothing else, just so happy to be pounding her way down the path, that I couldn't get mad at her. And the time limit on the MWC test (the one I was taking during these episodes) was long this time around and I wasn't feeling any time pressure, so maybe it was actually a good thing I was up and down a bit.