Clamoring. Excitement. That’s what filled the apparatus bay as a dozen Explorers scrambled into their bunker gear.
Ya know, if I didn’t trust my classmates yet, tonight could’ve been a lot more nerve wracking. But I did. After 4 months of grabbing belt loops, tying tourniquets, and lamenting test scores together, this hardly seemed scary.
“We don’t know what we’re doing.” My partner admitted. I smiled. It was true.
You know that guy? The guy you swear is the only sane person in the room? Yeah, I found him.
Hey guys! I recently returned from the Iowa EMS Association’s annual conference, in Des Moines, Iowa.
That’s what I was thinking as we sped Code 3 down the highway, and I attempted to doff my bunker pants.
I started my senior year this morning. Armed with a shiny black planner and a seed of hope, I attacked the early morning. New workout? Check. Organize books? Check. Send my sister of to her second year of college?