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I survived 1st Semester Nursing School

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Well, well, well…I prefer to make it a habit to update my blogs at least once a month, if not once a week. Yeah, none of that in nursing school. I believe the last time I updated I was excitedly telling you all about my new gadgets and gizmos of plenty as I prepared to embark on my nursing school journey. What I didn’t tell you is that it is the hardest damn journey that ever was. Nursing school is one of those things that just…isn’t easy. You are ramsacked with an unfathomable amount of information, tested on it constantly and then bamboozled into thinking you might actually be a good nurse someday who remembers all of this. HAHAHAHAAHAHA. Not true.

But, I would never trade the experience for the world. I have learned more in the past 3 months than I knew possible. My son had a successful, albeit sickly, transition from the home to daycare and he is thriving there. My mommy guilt that I was certain I would experience only came once when he was the last child picked up because a class ran longer than I expected. Otherwise, he has made it easy on the whole family. Love that kid.

I took 5 classes last semester: Family and Community Nursing, Health Assessment, Nursing Competencies, Clinical Nursing Practice, and Socialization to Professional Nursing; wrote 1 paper, took probably 50 tests, 4 or 5 walkthroughs and 2 HESIs. Who knew you could accomplish so much in only 12 weeks? But, I did. And I did it with a 3 As, 1 B and 1 P (pass).

When I look back at the semester I can’t believe how fast it went. I’ve started some extremely value friendships, made some pretty impressive professional connections and most importantly, I’ve found a career space where I truly belong. I get to hold hands with people for a living. I get to take care of someone for a living who wants my help. That means so much to me personally and to my soul.

The fact that I’m working while I’m in school gives me perspective that I’m finding is completely invaluable. There is a distinct difference in sitting in an office 9 – 5 crunching numbers for a boss who says things to you like “because you worked so hard, I was able to spend time out on the boat with my family”. Um, where do they do that at? Where do they tell people thank you for not spending time with your family so I could spend time with mine? Yeah, I’m in the wrong business.

On the other hand, I’m being thanked for bringing a coffee, or bringing pain relief, or just holding a hand or rubbing a back.

Nursing school is hard, but it is worth every single blood drop, sweat drop and tear drop.