Monday, January 14th, 2008, the last day of winter break before I start another semester, another waiting semester, just wasting time until I possibly get excepted to a nursing program. I had already been waiting a year and getting discouraged.
My boyfriend and I and two friends took our 9 ft. yacht "Willem Falls" to the water. Drinking and more drinking was the agenda for this evening. We finished our agenda and came back to the house to make some good food. I looked at my phone and saw I had missed 6 calls, they were all from school.
Evidently, they were looking for me to offer me a seat in their program. This was the first time I questioned myself about being a nurse. Reality was setting in. I made the call to the Dean, trying not to slur my words. When she asked me if I could start tomorrow, I again questioned myself. It's like I knew what kind of chaos I was going to put myself through for the next 2 years.
Orientation was the next day. There were a few of us in the same boat. We were ner
vous, excited and scared at the same time. Everything started off smoothly until the instructor came in the room to rattle off all the things that had to get done in a month on top of all the regular homework and tests and labs and.....whatever!
That instructor was soon known to me as "The Nazi." That morning she seemed pretty normal, making jokes and smiling. What happen to that person, I will never know. Did I mention that the rest of the students in the program this semester have known since October and have had a lot of time to get ready and this small group of mine had 1 day. And so tomorrow....get the tissue out.
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