Portrait of Florence Nightingale. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have not posted for awhile as I have been immersed in the college life. No, not that college life. The life of a nursing student. They (they being the people on high decreeing who is to join their
version of hell nursing program) gave a little you-will-have-no-life speech during our orientation into the program. What I did not totally comprehend at the time was how very serious they were. Each semester I have told my husband that we could resume our marriage after finals. By this last semester, we both understood I was not joking.
To put it in perspective, after completing all the prerequisites for the program and a bachelor’s degree, the actual program itself required:
- 61 credit hours
- 51 test/exams
- 9 ATI proctored exams
- 11 final exams
- 130 assignments
- 346 chapters read
- 90 lab hours
- 510 clinical hours (actual hours at a clinical site)
This is the culmination of a very long educational lifespan. I am forty-something. I have been going to some type of school since I was five years old. Except for a semester here and there for life changes (birth of my son, getting married, buying a house), I have been attending class for over 30 years. But at long last I have come to the end. Tears have threatened to flow several times over the past week. I expect they will cascade down my face tomorrow during the nursing pinning ceremony. It is surreal to think that my 30 year plan has been achieved. I now have to come up with a new plan. Though since taking so long to get my BSN was not an intentionally thought out plan, I will probably just continue with the crash test method of future gazing.
I have been told by those who know me well, that I will not be able to handle not going to school. This is true. I have already been lining up hobbies to occupy my free time…knitting/crocheting, reading, writing, learning spanish,
nagging spending time with my husband. I am sure I will find something to do.