The process of
applying for any nursing program starts for most at the launch of college. You
decide where you would like to go and plan out each tedious step, each tedious
class, each tedious year. For me, I had completed an Art degree in an arduous eight
years of major changes and school jumps. I couldn’t decide…eh-um, poster child
for ‘undecided’.
A year later, I am
facing the brutal realization that I need a career and cannot - will not - work
at the Y for the rest of my life. So I listened to some tough, but wise counsel
and embarked on the journey of becoming a nurse. Nursing appealed to me on many
levels. First, it’s a real job with a real salary and good benefits and opportunity
to grow or change or move. This was not the case with my previous employment or
degree. Plus, I like people for the most part and I think the human body is a wondrous
thing. It was either prevention or patch work. I chose to patch up those who
did not choose to prevent.
I investigated the
programs available to me and pursued the prereq’s necessary. I knew my art
school GPA wasn’t going to win me any seats in this highly competitive nursing field
so my mission, should I choose to accept it, was A’s. I had to get A’s in all
the classes I had gone into art school to avoid. Math and science. YUCK! I did
it though. I quit my job and abandoned my family (or so they often think), to
work on that goal. I achieved it. It wasn’t easy at first, but I was
relentless.
Then the applying and
the check marked lists of to-do’s and forms and certifications to turn in. Not
to forget or take lightly the entrance exams. Oh my, the exams were monstrous.
I rocked them, note cards and all. Always could have done better and if I don’t
get in I’ll retake them and reapply.
Also,
my preferred program requires an interview. So I’m adding that to the one-way
street that is this endeavor.
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