An Intro to My Life: The Cervix Story

Hey everyone! I hope you are having a great day so far. I am so excited to launch this blog as a way to connect and share more with you guys. As of now, you can count on three posts a week. To start, I will probably focus on life, home decor projects, and Lularoe. Since we just bought a house, home renovations have consumed my life and I just want to talk about them, okay?

You may be curious about the title of today's blog post, and for good reason. Let's jump right in! I am the kind of person that has to make fun of myself and laugh things off and that is exactly what I did after my last A&P 2 Lab test. I quit my (more than) full time job last year after having our son and now Lularoe and school are my jobs. I take the two very seriously because jobs are important, right? I may not punch a time clock and school may cost me more money than it makes me but nevertheless, it is a job. Last Thursday I woke up with a migraine. I have been getting these more and more often these days (I think they are being caused from my terrible pillows but more on that at another time) and getting through my school day when they hit is HARD. I had a A&P 2 Lab test that afternoon and tried to study on my breaks throughout the day. None of that mattered though because when I walked into the classroom, my teacher handed me the test, and I stepped up to that first model, my mind went completely blank. The first model I went to was the heart. I couldn't name the features. I moved on to the kidneys.... Still blank. I kept moving thinking somehow, the words would come back to me. The test was basically a blank piece of paper except for the numbers 1-42. No word bank, no matching, nothing. Just blank space. Kind of like my brain except by now I am in full panic mode. "Oh my gosh, I can't think of anything, what am I going to do?!" Around this point, my teacher announces to the class not to leave anything blank on the test. "Write something! Just try" he says. To someone who couldn't have formed a sentence at the time, "write something" was a huge challenge. My head was pounding and my mind was racing as I stepped up to the next model, the female reproductive system. I stood there, staring at her, like a creep. The only word that came to mind was "cervix". I stayed there, arguing with myself in my head about whether or not to write that answer down. Cervix means "neck" and the organ in question wasn't the neck of anything but rather a oval organ. I gave up and wrote cervix, feeling disappointed in myself. "I have these organs, why could I not think of them?" I stumbled my way through the rest of the test, turned it in, and headed for the door. My feet had barely reached the hallway when I thought "oh my lort, I just labeled the uterus as the cervix".

I can look back on it and laugh now (only because it will be my drop grade) but that day, it was no laughing matter.