I didn’t tell too many people, but yesterday I set out to take the biggest exam of my entire life. Test time was 2:00 p.m., and I probably had about 3.5 nervous breakdowns over the course of the morning, and especially when the testing computer didn’t work when I first sat down (ok, so I almost cried).
But then after an hour (I am a really fast test taker!), at approximately 3:04 p.m., I finally became an RD.
Five years, a handful of nervous breakdowns, too many thousands of dollars and a lot of hard work.
I’m an RD! I’m an RD! I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that.
I have many thoughts on being an actual registered dietitian – ethics, mostly – and am honored to be one, but will share those another time. Right now I’m focusing on maybe securing my dream job (!!) and ummm, catching up on all of the schoolwork I’ve been ignoring in favor of RD exam studying. Two letters down (RD), two to go (MS)!
Perhaps I’ll also squeeze in some celebrating. Perhaps