While we’re waiting, I figured I might write a little about my real job: Mom. I have not made the decision to go to nursing school without the occasional freak out realization that I may have to slack off my real job initially so I can be a good nurse- no, lactation consultant. Truth be told, I don’t think I could do it. I worry about, love and cherish my boy entirely too much. And so, outside of class time and clinical time, my time is going to be spent with him and my husband. Studying will be done when he’s sleeping. That means really…really…REALLY late nights. That also means I will be leaning heavily on my husband. And, you know, I have not actually sat down and talked with my husband about this, yet. I know he supports my decision to go to nursing school — but does he know what it is going to cost him? And, is it really a cost? Taking the “mother” role for several months so that I can be a good nurse?
I’m not quite sure how to have that conversation. I’m not even quite sure how to start it. I cannot ask him to just give up his free time to take care of our son when that has been my primary role. At the same time, can’t I? Isn’t L.D. his son just like he’s mine? Is it something I have to ask for, when it should be a given? My head is screaming NO, but my heart is whispering YES. And I tend to follow my heart. I have to ask, not because it isn’t his job to be a good father, but because it’s my job to consider his feelings, his thoughts. Without asking, I’m not considering feelings or thoughts other than my own. So, yes, I do have to ask. I have to prepare what it’s going to be like and be ready to make compromises because my husband is a human being, too.
Nursing school doesn’t intimidate me.
Being a good mother while I’m in nursing school intimidates me.
Hallelujah! Praise somebody. The deadline is here: January 15th. In less than 2 hours, this damn nail biting agony will be over and done with. No more folks to compete with, finally. But…I still gotta wait. I still gotta wait on that “Yes! You have an interview!” to come along.
Today, I started my Microbiology class. Oh, man, is it going to be fun. My professor is sooo awesome and while I liked my old A&P II teacher, I’m happy I moved on from her and took this other teach instead for Micro. She is more my speed and much more my kinda funny. A great way to say goodbye to the State College (for now). And you know, while I’m on the subject, some people are totally sleeping on these State Colleges. I totally hated on them when I was young and stupid, convinced they were for “so-so” individuals. Man, please. These classes are hard, the instructors are genius! and the education I am getting is 10x more relatable than it was during my first undergrad. A lot of that may have to do with my age and maturity level. Let’s be real, I AM in my 30s, married with a child. My organization and time management skills have been honed, tried and tested. Basically, I have the discipline now that I didn’t have then. I also want now, when I only was “doing” then. Anyhow, I digress, never again will I look down on sister State College. It is so worth it and if for some reason I do not get into UMC, I will be pounding the pavement towards the State College program and I will graduate from it proudly!
Let’s keep in touch, eh?
So…I had a lapse in faith today while interacting with UMC. I have, so far, experienced nothing short of perfect since beginning this quest nearly a year ago. But, then, today happened.
A couple of days ago, whilst stalking the status of my transcripts, I noticed my prerequisite GPA had finally updated to include my fall grades. Woohoo! That is until my brain turned on and realized my GPA was nothing like I knew it should be. Franticed (yes, I made that up), I checked my audit and noticed not 1, but 2 Bs. Wtf. What is that thing doing there? I emailed the admissions coordinator faster than a fruit fly incessantly avoids my imitation fly swatter and demanded (ok, politely requested. I’m not a demander) an answer to why my beautiful A in Chemistry did not don that ever so fragile prerequisite transcript in place of my not nearly as interesting B in general biology.
My answer…my answer was this: “We don’t look at your transcript once a category is satisfied unless you request us to.”
Wait…what? You mean that you don’t look at the transcript and make sure you have the best grade that fits in the “any additional science” category? You mean when my transcripts came in with 8 credit hours, 2 As; A&P2, Chemistry…you didn’t think to put Chemistry in the additional science spot and then, oh I don’t know, notice that something is already there with a big fat B staring you in the face?
Yes, to say my faith wavered is a understatement. But, I like this lady. She has been kind. She is stupid busy. Like ridiculously busy. And somebody that busy probably doesn’t have time to check and double check.
Thank God I want this so bad. Without my craziness, I would have never noticed that and I would have lost my chance at nursing school.
I’ve been just sitting here. Waiting. Waiting on my transcripts to be updated. Waiting on an email. Just…waiting. Trying to spend some extra time with my sweet boy and husband since I have some free time right now. Actually looking forward to my last prerequisite class so I have something to do. I like being busy. This stagnant stuff is for the birds. Can’t wait to update you guys.
But, in the meantime, I’m just…waiting.