First Day of School

Back in April, a few days after I got the worst news of my life, I got some pretty good news. After years of wanting to get it, applying to get in, taking classes to up my gpa to get it, I got in.

I'd wanted to be a nurse probably pretty close to when I first went to college a long time ago, but I fought it. My mom is a nurse and I was worried that I was just doing it for her, or to be like her, or something. But when I kept returning to it time and time again, I decided I was really doing it for me.

I didn't tell anyone in my family that I was taking the pre-reqs or repeating a few classes to get my grades up. They weren't too bad, but a few c's makes a difference when you are competing against 4.0s. I'd heard stories of 800+ people applying for 120 spots, so I didn't want to tell anyone and then not get in and have them be disappointed. Actually my plan was to just go to school secretly the whole time and then invite them to my surprise graduation. I thought that sounded so cool. However, that was a little bit crazy, and as my bf Liz accused me of- 'double life-ish'. Plus then this year was turned upside-down and I needed more support and help with everything!

So today was my first day.

I got to class and saw a girl that I liked from my micro-biology class, so that was nice. I'm praying for a Christian friend in my program. I was talking to my sister last night and just saying how hard it is to make friends as an adult. I am a quieter person and it sometimes takes me weeks to open up, and usually by then people have written you off. I will be spending the next 2 years with this cohort of students and I'd like to walk away with some good friends and memories.

Anyway, I sit down and realize I forgot my notebook. But luckily we had handouts to write on and watched videos and practiced with sterile gloves and gowning up.

I survived my first day! Only 2 years minus one day left :)