The aftermath of the pharmacology exam resembled a funeral. One by one we filed from the classroom after saying goodbye to our last test. Small groups gathered in the hall and the cafeteria, the mood was not joyous, some were sad, some were crying, some were just quietly contemplating their fate. The grades were handed back from yesterdays fundamentals class...at least one person did not make it....one person, out of 30, got an "A" for the class. The remainder of the causalities will be known tomorrow when the pharm grades are posted. After about an hour the last of the small groups were leaving. Some were to gather at a restaurant for a margarita, some going home...maybe to begin cleaning the house that had been neglected for the last 16 weeks. Yes, it reminded me of a funeral...we just won't know until tomorrow who died. Hopefully the survivors will be able to celebrate.....and hopefully, sometime over the next four weeks...begin to look forward to the second semester of the nursing program....