The part of nursing school I relish most is wearing scrubs. I have clinical rotations (i.e. a chance to see real human beings with actual problems) twice a week and wearing "the blue suit" - my scrubs - is mandatory. I have to get up at the crack of a chicken's booty when it's still dark outside, but I will at least spared the pain of determining whether my outfit will make me look like a tool. Because it will! Hooray for predictability!

My nursing uniform consists of blue scrub pants and a baggy top with lots of low hanging, apron-y pockets. In those pockets we keep the required loot (badges, stethoscope, No-Doz...) necessary to prevent a visit from the Nursing School Dress Code Police - they are super serious. I look like a large, lumpy blueberry, but I try to iron my lumpy parts extra well before leaving the house. My husband has informed me that I am the cutest giant blueberry ever, and I have chosen to believe him.

I've also been informed that I can't rock a ponytail while in uniform because a funky patient might grab my hair and start swinging me around like a giant, blue lasso. A well-ironed giant, blue lasso. Nursing school RULES.