Twas the night before clinical...

Twas the night before clinical, I lay in my apartment,

 the alarm clock was ticking, sleep would be an achievement.

In my bed blinking, I closed my eyes as I dared,

Anticipating tomorrow: this first day would be quite an affair.

My alarm's ring was prompt; I rolled right out of bed,

expectations for the day ran all through my head.

Quick cup of coffee- nope, don’t have the time,

(you see, being late is a professional crime.)

Timely arrival in the early morning light,

our brigade of spick n’ span uniforms must’ve been quite a sight.

After a quick time of briefing, we set off through the halls;

Ready to respond as we would be called.

Creativity is a mantra of the nursing profession,

(as our assigned place was occupied, we made a cession).

Onto a new floor, we started our hunt,
familiarizing ourselves with where things are put.

Representing our school, professors, and selves,

we sought to be adept, not ransacking the shelves.

At the end of our time, (what we accomplished)

was the facility confidence that we had established.

No need to be anxious, I learned once again;
each day brings new mercies from my Savior and Friend.

My God goes with me, (behind and before);
I can’t wait to see what next week has in store.

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