76. Potlucks

Nurses, for whatever reason, are known for their love of potlucks. Maybe it's because we don't have time to cook full meals for ourselves. Or maybe just that we appreciate the time to get to know someone other than our patients. Maybe it's to break up the monotony of night shifts (since it seems like most potlucks occur at 3am on hospital floors). Or maybe it's just the stereotypical fact that the majority of nurses are female and thus known for their cooking and socializing abilities. Whatever the reason, we love them, and we learn to love them early.

And thus, tonight we celebrated the end of our undergraduate careers. We kicked off "Limbo Week"... that awkward time between the last exam and graduation... with a Quesadilla Potluck. Which works really well assuming that everyone shows up, and remembers what they were supposed to bring. (Tortillas, for example, being a vital contribution to the dinner).

It's also interesting to note, albeit off topic, that there is something about nearing graduation that brings people together. Girls that I've never really hung out with outside of class but who I always enjoyed seeing IN class came tonight, and it was a really good time. We bonded over difficult exams, an eventful four years, the ridiculousness of job hunting, and, of course, quesadillas. And while I am ever so glad to be graduating (assuming that I passed today's final), it is nights like tonight that make me wish I could delay it just a little bit longer. <3