Post by skylarkragtop on Jan 11, 2005 17:41:47 GMT -5
Happy New Year. Hope all had a nice holiday season.
I dropped by for the first time in a long time, and I see someone talking about my writing. People still remember me, huh?
I'm on a bit of a break from school until the 21st. I blew my 4.0 GPA out of the water in my first Nursing class NUR103, "only" got a B+ because I "blew" the final with an 82. After the short period of mourning my loss of perfection, I realized the pressure to be perfect was off. So I relaxed and did the best I could in NUR104, with the intention of passing. On the last day of the semester, after my evaluation I stepped out of class to get some coffee, and while I was out of the room the professor told the class that only one person had managed to get an A in the class and he was not in the room at the moment. As soon as I stepped into the room, I got a round of applause. After class ended, I said thank you and hugged the professor and she said " Don't thank me, you did all the work, and I know how much you had to overcome to get to this point, so you should be very proud of yourself." I barely choked out "I am, thank you". On my way to my car, I cried.
After a life of frustration in academics, work, social circles, I've managed to turn so much of it around.
My classmates liked me. My professors were impressed by me. I wrote nursing care plans that prompted my instructor to go and show them to all the other instructors. Then she asked me if I had written them all by myself, or did I get help from the other RNs in my family. Nope, all me. "Incredible" was the adjective she used.
The patients I took care of during my clinical rotations seemed to take to me. After being able to reach a patient with dementia, the nurse assigned to that patient made it a point to tell my instructor that I'd done a great job communicating with a patient everyone else had written off as being "out there". Then the nurse told me herself what a good job I'd done. My worries of not being able to do for a living what I don't have a "knack" for worried me. I messed with cars because I had a knack for it, so I tried that for a living. I messed with computers because I had a knack for it, and I did that for a living too. I wasn't sure Nursing was a good fit for me, without that "knack" in my pocket. Wrong. Now I'm using knowledge, and talent, apparently. Knack doesn't have anything to do with it.
My son, soon to be 3, tells me I'm his best friend in the whole world. He's mine, too. He's a bright little boy who's been advanced into the preschool group at the college's children's center. Everywhere we go, everyone that meets him, he lights up the room. I'm very proud of him.
My wife is proud of me. I'm proud of me. I'm a success. And I have ADD.
SR
I dropped by for the first time in a long time, and I see someone talking about my writing. People still remember me, huh?
I'm on a bit of a break from school until the 21st. I blew my 4.0 GPA out of the water in my first Nursing class NUR103, "only" got a B+ because I "blew" the final with an 82. After the short period of mourning my loss of perfection, I realized the pressure to be perfect was off. So I relaxed and did the best I could in NUR104, with the intention of passing. On the last day of the semester, after my evaluation I stepped out of class to get some coffee, and while I was out of the room the professor told the class that only one person had managed to get an A in the class and he was not in the room at the moment. As soon as I stepped into the room, I got a round of applause. After class ended, I said thank you and hugged the professor and she said " Don't thank me, you did all the work, and I know how much you had to overcome to get to this point, so you should be very proud of yourself." I barely choked out "I am, thank you". On my way to my car, I cried.
After a life of frustration in academics, work, social circles, I've managed to turn so much of it around.
My classmates liked me. My professors were impressed by me. I wrote nursing care plans that prompted my instructor to go and show them to all the other instructors. Then she asked me if I had written them all by myself, or did I get help from the other RNs in my family. Nope, all me. "Incredible" was the adjective she used.
The patients I took care of during my clinical rotations seemed to take to me. After being able to reach a patient with dementia, the nurse assigned to that patient made it a point to tell my instructor that I'd done a great job communicating with a patient everyone else had written off as being "out there". Then the nurse told me herself what a good job I'd done. My worries of not being able to do for a living what I don't have a "knack" for worried me. I messed with cars because I had a knack for it, so I tried that for a living. I messed with computers because I had a knack for it, and I did that for a living too. I wasn't sure Nursing was a good fit for me, without that "knack" in my pocket. Wrong. Now I'm using knowledge, and talent, apparently. Knack doesn't have anything to do with it.
My son, soon to be 3, tells me I'm his best friend in the whole world. He's mine, too. He's a bright little boy who's been advanced into the preschool group at the college's children's center. Everywhere we go, everyone that meets him, he lights up the room. I'm very proud of him.
My wife is proud of me. I'm proud of me. I'm a success. And I have ADD.
SR
SR... You have always been a success... it has just taken the rest of the world a bit longer to recognize it! God knew all along!
Go get um Sky 
) Being a nurse is about taking care of people who are going through the worst thing´s in their life, they need professionality and emphaty, they need someone to listen and be with when they try to cope to their current situation. You´re doing fine 
