The name of my school is Pima Medical Institute. The students call it, "Pima Prison". I mentioned before that I have had a lot of support from my fellow inmates. We joke about it, but it's so true that sometimes I feel like I'm a prisoner to this program. I feel so isolated from the real world, and as if life is going on around me while I sit in my little corner in front of the computer searching RT Corner. Sometimes I ask, "is it August 2009 yet?" I'm so looking forward to being finished with school. I should have done this school thing when I was young. Now when I finish it'll be just in time for retirement age. Nothing like good planning. Josh says that by the time I am done with the program I'll be so old I'll need the oxygen for myself. Nice guy!I guess maybe I can work at an "old folks home" - maybe I can trade off work for room and board. Work from home. Great idea - I'll live and work among my peers. Just keeping that Pollyanna outlook!
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