When I’m wrong I say I’m wrong, and I was wrong when I thought my pediatric clinical rotation was ruined before it even began. I caught a ride to the hospital with some OB rotation people today, and then caught another ride to my instructor’s house with a classmate. I was horribly nervous, and convinced that my instructor already hated me for being a big cardcafe, but that doesn’t seem to be the case at all, and I had a lovely day. We spent most of our time at our instructor’s house, which is beautiful (I want her kitchen. It’s truly a Dream Kitchen, and I want to move into her house and cook all the delicious foods), and contains a friendly lap cat and an ancient Chesapeake Bay Retriever who is worn practically transparent the way old dogs are. She baked us incredible scones, and is open to long random tangents, and I’m won over and sorry I ever doubted we’d get along. It was a long day, so I’ll leave it there, but I’m in rather good spirits, and I have high hopes for this semester.