Aura V. @auravulpes@computerfairi.es

Of course, then again, outpatient labs seem to be more than willing to take less than me. Some of my classmates are working at Labcorp and listening to them talk about their orientation, geez that makes me never want to go to Labcorp again. I'm honestly concerned that my classmates will be the most knowledgeable people at their clinical locations. That's not good.

One semester seemed like an awfully short time 8 weeks ago, and, it kinda is, but it kinda isn't?

Anyways, it's now time for me to head into a hospital and get even better. 8 weeks and they're already trusting me in a hospital. Not alone. I'll still have someone keeping an eye on me. But still. That feels weird, but not?

And, I mean, I'll only get better over the next 8 weeks as I gain more experience not just with doing venipuncture, but doing it on patients harder than my classmates and instructors. All in just 16 weeks. (Actually, probably less. 13 or so, really.) It feels weird knowing that. This seemed like such a complex thing, but...it's not? Like, it is, but it isn't. It's weird.

This really was quite interesting. It's weird just how much competence and confidence you can gain in just 8 weeks. 8 weeks ago, I knew very little about phlebotomy. Now, even before the practice I'll get in clinicals, I'm more competent than the average phlebotomist. Like, I'm now more competent than some of the people who have drawn my blood. That's weird.

8 weeks ago, I walked into this building for the first time. I'm not sure if I really knew what I was in for when I did. Today, having finished finals, I walked out of it for the last. I'm still not technically done. I still have clinicals to do. But, there's still something emotional about this moment. It's been a heck of an 8 weeks, that much is for sure. Now, it's on to the next step.

Now, look, I'm no expert on the postal system of Sumeru or of Teyvat at large, but I don't think that's a valid address.

Your periodic reminder I cannot be trusted with an image editor

I wasn't supposed to. I still have a few fake arm sticks to go. One of the instructors decided to throw me under the bus and declare me ready. I guess he was right.

Tomorrow should be fun.

I stuck a needle into someone's arm. Like, an actual person's arm. Not one of the fake arms. A real arm. I'm still shaking. Or, actually, the shaking probably started after. I was told I was steady. Holy fuck.

I drew blood from a real person...

And I did a great job.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I like how aside from Hu Tao and Venti, this entire gathering has gotten exceptionally awkward. I mean, Zhongli's also kinda vibin' with it, but poor Xiao. Lad looks like he's about to die of embarrassment.

THE LOOK ON THIS FUCKER'S FACE I AM DYING