Good luck on a bad day

Today is Friday the 13th. My last day of clinicals in my training to become a Nurse. It is 5:50am and I have to be at the hospital, totally prepared by 6:30am. This day has a huge significance to me. It represents the ending of a terrible era. Will I feel free and liberated after today is complete? Only if I pass this week and I don't end up being physically sick getting through it. Then I'll be happy. My thoughts range from all the medical jargon and crap I need to know to "how do I do a half-double crochet again? I'm not crocheting yet, just thinking about it a lot as an escape. I have to run...