More Sweet Than Bitter

This morning, I’ve been getting all my ducks in a row so that I can register for my first prerequisite classes for nursing school.  In the fall, I plan to take Anatamoy and Physiology and then either Chemistry or Microbiology.  I had planned on taking Chem, but saw today that I had a math pre-req to meet for the class.  Which I have, but they don’t know I have.  So I’m hoping they can get my records to reflect that before midnight tonight because I just kind of want to get chemistry out of the way.  Reasons being obvious, I assume.

But it is unlikely that they will get my records straight in time for midnight registration, and so I have the backup plan of taking the easy way out with Microbiology if I can’t do Chemistry.  Good golly, I’m in for a wild ride.

And while I was figuring all this out, I was alerted to a review that went up about the show that I opened on Monday.  And it was just a little moment of bittersweet irony.

I know reviews are only one person’s opinion of our work and that, as artists, it is imperative that we remember this.  But even so, as I embark on my new journey into medicine, I found this review bittersweet.  More sweet than bitter.