For some reason, in the last 30 minutes of my boyfriend’s Sunday visit, I became all emotional and started talking about how I hate my poor communication skills and having been home schooled and my slow reaction times. I talked about how I feel it affects learning in clinical, especially. I started crying (._.) when I thought about last semester. That teacher really scarred me and my already meager confidence. I’ve never had anyone come down so negatively toward me. Never. She could’ve at least been therapeutic with what she was telling me. This semester, it’s like I’m supposed to have it all together; it is, after all, the last semester before I can start working as an RN. It’s so scary; I feel handicapped very often. My present clinical instructor says that she can see fear written all over my face. I don’t know how to erase that. I don’t know how to get better communication skills or faster reaction times. I don’t know how to get out of my shell. I feel like I’m already doing all I can. And that’s not enough.