As I stare down the throat of a third snow day, I am met with a strange realization. The more time I have to complete the insane number of tasks on my to-do list, the less I actually do. I’m coming to see why the nursing instructors have no qualms about heaping unreasonable amounts of work on our shoulders. It’s because the more they give us, the more we’ll do. And it also seems that the less time we have to do it, the faster we will work.

Surely there’s a top to this bell curve somewhere, right? It isn’t scientifically or mathematically reasonable to assume that at SOME point, the nursing instructors won’t finally heap upon the shoulders of the much-burdened nursing student an amount of work that will finally send us slip-sliding down the slope, back towards the direction of being unproductive? We can’t keep climbing this hill of Too Much To Do, Too Little Time To Do It forever, I say!

Alas, it seems that we won’t find out. Mother nature and her cruel, nation-sweeping ice storm have saved us from our burdensome schedule for a few days. Perhaps next week, when we nursing students are charged with the task of completing two weeks worth of schooling in one, will we finally, like Icarus, find the limits to our abilities.

Until then, you can find me here, on the couch, drinking wine and pointedly ignoring the stacks and stacks of neglected notecards piled up all around me.