Well, I am officially done with classes for my bachelor degree! All that is left is my senior practicum. It is like a residency that a doctor does, but we don't get paid and its only 120hrs. It is a way that our school allows us to get some experience in the field we want to go into. It is really great because you get to actually be a nurse, you're not just a student anymore. Furthermore you get to see if you really want to work in that area. I am doing my 120hrs in critical care. I can't wait!
I also can't believe I am actually at this point. I remember starting nursing school and this moment was so far away. All of the sudden, I'm here. I graduate in a month! A MONTH! It is weird to think that I won't be a student anymore. I figured that this semester between work and school I'm doing at least 60hrs a week (I know that is nothing compaired to what many people do every week, but it was more then I though I was doing.) When I am working full time I'll be doing 36-40hrs a week. I'm going to actually have free time. I could do arts and crafts or actually get a hobby. I can actually have dinner cooked and ready for Henry when he gets home for work!
I know this is the moment I have been working towards for 41/2 years but it is bitter sweet. On Tuesday I had to say goodbye to several people who are going to the westside to do their practicum. It hit me that soon I am going to have to say goodbye to a lot of people.
As I think back over my college career, I can remember my first day of college. I wasn't scarred, but I definatly wasn't all the confident either. I walked to the room where my class was, opened the door and looked for a seat. I grabbed the first one I could find and remember thinking "wow everyone looks pretty old compared to me!" The teacher came in said his name and declared we were having a pop quize. I had just baught my book and now there was a quize?! I got 4 of the 5 questions wrong. The teacher began his lecture speaking quickly as he "refreshed us all on biology" and suddenly I had a bloody nose. I had no tissue and had no idea where the bathroom was so I raised my hand and the teacher escorted me to the bathroom. When I came back class was over. I walked up to the teacher who nicely asked "Are you a freshman?" I told him I was and he said "O, well this is a 400 level biology class, I think you wanted Biology 101, it got moved to anouther room yesterday." Embarresed I thanked him for letting me know and scurried out of class. When I actually got to my biology class it was much easier. It was a humbling experience and one I don't think I will soon forget.
On a little different note, I have started to apply for jobs! I won't have my license until late January, but because it takes so long to hire, train, and run all the background checks on people they allow us to apply now. I am having a hard time finding full time positions, but I know God will put me where he wants me.
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