I've got a mormon vibe.

The first time I was confronted about it was early in the school year when my classmates made a joke about Mormons and then hastily apologized to Jessica and I. We looked at each other puzzled and told them they didn't need to say sorry before it sank in that it was probably because they thought we were Mormons. We both then burst into laughter and quickly set the record straight.

The next time it dawned on me that people thought I was mormon was at work. The managers would go on coffee runs and would get everyone coffees except for me. Every single time I was handed a hot chocolate, finally I asked about it and the manager gave me a strange look 'Ummm.. because you aren't allowed to drink coffee." Again I just laughed it off and set the record straight.

The last time was today. It was my first day of clinical and I was wearing a white shirt underneath my scrubs (because my scrubs are a little to big and when I bend over I give everybody quite the view). My clinical instructor told everyone that they couldn't wear shirts under there scrubs unless they did it for religious reason and she looked at me and winked. So I put up my hand slightly confused and asked what kind of religions required the wearing of white shirt under their clothes. She looked very surprised and replied.. 'why the mormons do dear..'

I think the reason I have this 'vibe' is because I am very open about my faith, I dress conservatively, and I am a firm believer in Sundays as a day of rest. Now I don't think these are a bad thing. It makes me happy to see that people can tell a difference in the way I act comparison to the world. What makes me sad is the fact they see these qualities and attribute it to Mormonism and not Christianity.

My sisters and I were shopping on Family Day, when my mom turned to me and asked me about my car.

Mom - "So Rebecca, how is your car doing? Is it running okay? Giving you any problems?"

I shoke my head. " My car is doing really good. Its amazing that I haven't have issues with it."

Mom - "What a relief! It only has to last one more year then you can buy a new one!"

Michelle laughs. "You just jinxed it. Somethings going to happen to your car."

An hour later my roommate called me.

Dang.

Last Thursday I took an practical exam on my sterile technique. I practiced so hard on learning it to perfection and the girls from school and I spent many hours at each others houses role playing and going over this checklist over and over and over again and I thought I knew the skill inside and out.

I was the last tester of the day and I was so extremely nervous. I performed the skill and let out a huge sigh of relief - I was finally finished. I headed to my sisters house and their a surprise awaited me. My mom and sister came down for the night. So after visiting for a couple hours I headed home and ran straight for the computer. I turned it on, checked my email and to my horror there was an email in my inbox. It read ' Rebecca we regret to inform you that you have failed your exam and need to retest next Tuesday." I burst into tears and could not stop crying. I can't remember the last time I failed an exam.

Over the next weekend, I relived the test over and over and over again. Where did I mess up? What did I forget? I sat for hours staring at the list trying to find the spot were I made the fatal error, but I could not see an obvious error.

Today, I went to my intermediate nursing skills class and I checked the schedule for my retest time and I didn't see my name. So I asked my instructor when I was to retest. She opened her book and started flipping through the pages looking slightly confused.

'Oh dear' she said "It seems we made a mistake... you weren't suppose to get an email.. you passed the exam on the first try."

Say What?!?!

I am so happy I don't have to rewrite but I am a little upset that I wasted a weekend worrying and studying for a rewrite that isn't necessary.

Oh well..

A pass.

After rewriting that math test after a dissapointing 89%, I am happy to announce that all my future patients can breath a sigh of relief. I scored 97%. Now only 3 patients out of every hundred will get the wrong meds.