I shaved my legs for this?

The above song title is one of my favorites. It's a country song (duh, I can't imagine Lil' Kim belting out this one)and like all the best country songs it sums up the the whole problem in just a few well selected words. The song tells the story of a woman getting prepared for a date. There is much excitement and nervousness. What do I wear? Should I wear flats or heels? Does this make me look fat? Much has been arranged, preplanned, and agonized over. As any girl knows, it takes time and much effort to be sufficiently readied for something this important - perhaps even life changing. Anyway, after going through all of the exhausting rituals of this potentially future altering event, the lady of the song finds that her potential lover was nothing but a dud. Here she was all nervous over something she thought she might not have any control over, and it turns out that it really was no big deal.Is that it? And I shaved my legs for this? Ha!

I can almost guarantee that is what our graduates are going to be thinking tomorrow after State Boards. They have given blood, sweat and tears for the last almost two years (or more). Most of them have bald spots from tearing out their hair, all of them have bloodshot eyes. I know of at least one that has started smoking. Heck, I've even had phone calls asking me how much Tylenol and Pepto can one human consume at one time and not die.The proficiency exams have given them pimples and frizzy hair.They have worked hard, very hard for their date with the State Medical Board tomorrow. It's gonna be cool listening to them after the last session as they exit the building. "Is that all it is?" "I got all freaked for that?" "Our proficiency exams were way tougher than that". "Val, you lied about the Tylenol and Pepto!".

And in the background I hear a country crooner crooning "...and I shaved my legs for this?"

Keeping my books open and sending all my future peers good Mojo....
val.