a girl can only take so much

you put in the hours, think you got it down front ways and back, you eat and study at the same time, you catch yourself dreaming about finding bony landmarks, you actually are reviewing the neurotransmitters that have to be inhibited for you to relieve your bladder as you are relieving your bladder...yes that last one is sadly true...
and then you go in heart on your sleeve you do the deed, put it all out there, this ones for all the marbles. the assessment is taken, the quiz completed, the practical performed

and then the moment of truth. you log onto blackboard and click on the grades tab, find the appropriate class, your breathe catches in your throat as your past two weeks of non-stop studying flashes in your minds eye in the millisecond it takes the page to load...
...and you barely passed, you find you had a basic understanding, but not quite up to par yet, you see a dash where the grade should be and realize you are one of the "lucky" ones who gets to come back in and chat with the professor about the practical to prove you actually are competent with the program and can then talk your way up to a grade-instead of a dash.

like I said, a girl can only take so much