Motivation.

Motivation...where art thou?
It's only 3 more weeks...and yet it feels like forever.
My friend told me today, 'there's light at the end of the tunnel'.

I think I'm suffering from a final semester syndrome.

3 more weeks.
That's 21 days.
And that's 504 hours!!

Almost there.

When I was 7, I wanted to become a florist.
When I was 10, I thought you can't make a living being a florist, so I wanted to become a kindergarten teacher.
When I was 15, I didn't know what I wanted to do.
When I was 17, I wanted to be a nurse but my dad opposed so I thought oh well.
Then my teacher suggested why not a doctor and I thought that sounded cool.
After coming over to Adelaide, I decided I don't want to become a doctor anymore because of long working hours.
I still wanted to work in health care sector, so I decided to apply for Health Sciences.
After I graduated from Health Sciences, I didn't know what to do next.

So I applied to Nursing and I am 5 WEEKS AWAY from finishing it!
I hope I don't change my mind again.