So about eight years ago I made the decision to go to nursing school.
I made this decision because I was at a kind of a crossroads, and I needed a profession that would support me and my daughter. And also one that I found interesting and satisfying. And? It had to be fast. Because the crossroads wasn’t somewhere I could stay for long.
I applied to an associate’s degree program in nursing at Clark College, which takes so many prerequisite courses that it really ought to be a bachelor’s program. I didn’t have to take that many prerequisites because of all the math and chemistry I’d taken for my first degree. I got into the program fairly readily and I did well there. In December of 2009 I graduated, and a few weeks later passed my NCLEX.
Voila! Registered Nurse.
Along the way I met The Lovely Rhonda. She was one quarter ahead of me and graduated in June of 2009.
A year and a half ago Rhonda got this wild hair and decided it was time to go back and get the BSN. I was reluctant. There was a lot of heavy shit going down in our lives, particularly mine, and I didn’t really want to go back to school. But I did. Because Rhonda made me.
It hasn’t been easy. It turns out that I suck at saying, But honey. We can’t go do the fun thing. We have to stay home and do the schooling.
Instead I say, DO ALL THE FUN THINGS! Until a month before I have to wrap the term up, and then I say SHIT I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO! YOU DID THIS TO ME! And I make Rhonda feel terrible about making us go back to school.
A couple of days ago I turned in my practicum paper, which is the final project for the BSN. And then I commenced with the hourly checking of the computer. Did they grade it? Did I pass? Would it need revision?
I sent my mentor an email this afternoon. Still no results. Am losing mind.
Hang in there, she emailed back. They’re grading it right now.
We went to a concert this evening and afterward I checked again. I fully expected it to say, This paper sucks and you’re bad and you should feel bad.
Or at least the dreaded Needs Revision.
But what it said was, MEETS REQUIREMENT.
So I have my BSN.
And I’m sorry I made Rhonda feel bad. It was the right thing to do, going back to school.
You were right, darling. And I was wrong.
Thanks for being right!