Posts Tagged ‘school’

I know I’ve talked about this before, but, dudes, TIME IS WEIRD! I stand by the claim that time gets weirder the older you become. One thing I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to do is go through my old journals. I’ve been steadily journaling since probably freshman year of high school. In the moment, I use it as an outlet, but in the back of my head, I know that it’s really for future-me to come back to. Sometimes I cringe at what I seemed like and acted like and sometimes I’m blown away by revelations I had and wrote about. But it’s really nice to have something tangible that I can visit over and over again and say, “this is me, this is how I became who I am right now.” One thing that really strikes me when I delve into these journals is my evolving idea of romantic love. As a senior in high school, I clearly thought love was like what I saw in movies. I talked a lot about a guy putting his arm around me at a football game or how I was FEELING or how a certain song would always remind me of a certain crush or how I was ABSOLUTELY SURE I WOULD MARRY PRINCE WILLIAM. Okay so that last one was from the journal entry I wrote yesterday. Now, when I think about romantic love, I long for companionship, to discuss life’s complex issues, most of all, I long to laugh until I can’t breathe and my sides hurt and tears are streaming down my face. Maybe, in ten years, I’ll see romantic love as my husband putting the kids to bed and rubbing my feet, who knows!
I recently read Leslie Ludy’s book, “Sacred Singleness” (yes, I’m the girl who reads books on singleness, but judge ye not because YOU ARE READING MY BLOG AND YOU LIKE IT! Feel free to call me Bridget Jones) and I really loved a conversation she describes her single sister-in-law having. Someone asked the SIL if she felt she was called to be single, and her answer was “today I am.” That phrase has been echoing in my head since I read it. For some reason, the place that I’m most ashamed of being single is in my church. I feel like getting married gives you something to show for your life, like a sort of badge of worthiness, especially in a church where marriage has always been emphasized by my peers. But no more! The logical me knows I have plenty to show for my life, and knows that the only One who really matters cares only that what I have to show is love. He is calling me to love, everyone and everything. Because honestly? If I don’t love, who cares if I’m married or not? But let me tell you, I’m sooo excited that I’m called to LOVE and serve Him as a single! So yes, TODAY I am called to be single, and I will do my best to do it justice, be focused on the cares of the Lord and LOVE others.
Yes, I still dream of getting married and He knows that. I do my best to sacrifice my dreams to Him, because if He doesn’t have a hold of them, then I want nothing to do with them. I love this quote from Oswald Chambers and I feel like it was written for me:
“If our hopes seem to be experiencing disappointment right now, it simply means that they are being purified. Every hope or dream of the human mind will be fulfilled if it is noble and of God.”

Anyhoo, what I meant for this post to be about was that time again has tricked my mind as it’s been almost a year since I started my nursing program! My hope of being a nurse is being realized for the Lord is good, and He has carried me through!

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Hey guys, still here.
Wanted to remind you that 5 weeks and 28 minutes from right this second, I’ll be at my pinning ceremony! I’ll be DONE! Well, then I’ll have to pass the NCLEX. Then I’ll be DONE! Okay now it’s 27 minutes. Now I’m doing my leadership clinical, which is basically as close as you can get to working as a nurse, just without getting paid! Awesome! I’m getting more comfortable, which is really great! One of my patients commented on how my confidence had improved from my first day with her to the second, and it made me feel great! Still can’t start a dang IV though, grrr. Honestly, it’s really hard to believe this year is almost over. Whew!
Also I’m planning my Leadership Project with a group of 5 other people. It’s called Rounds for Ronald and it’s a disc golf tournament to raise money for Ronald McDonald House. If you’re around KC next Saturday, April 17 and play disc golf, COME on OVER!! We’d love to have you!
I finally broke through my weight-loss plateau today, so that’s exciting! I’m still in week 2 of my “running for beginners” program. Still do not like to run.
That’s about it for now!

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23 minutes and 5 weeks!

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You guys are a tough crowd. Maybe I should pride myself on keeping up le blogging when the going’s tough!
Just wanted to say I’m still here! Barely surviving school and personal stuff at the moment. Meaning all free time is spent sleeping, planning the next session of sleep and/or thinking about sleep.
Maybe I’ll have some spectacular blogging material next week during the holiday. Hoping to have some good photos by then.
Sidenote: While typing “spectacular”, I started to write “spanktacular”. Would you rather have spectacular or spanktacular? I’m leaning towards the latter. And if saying spanktacular three times in one post doesn’t rile up a respone I DO NOT KNOW WHAT WILL! YOU PEOPLE ARE IMPOSSIBLE!

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This whole “one comment per post” business WILL NOT DO. NOT. Please leave comments. Pretty please? I mean, I practically bore my soul and told my most appalling secrets (name that movie) in the last post. Hello photographs of me dancing! I am starting to think I’d have to announce I’m dating someone to get some lovin. For those of you who ARE commenting, thank you. Let’s try a group effort next time. How about a deal? I will try to post at least twice a week and you guys will try to comment when you can. You could even just say “word” and I’d be happy.
Things have been really great lately. Like superbly great. First of all, I CANNOT get over how great last weekend was. Seriously. Secondly, we got a few unexpected breaks at school this week (yay). Basically I feel like my cup is constantly overflowing. My cup overfloweth! I have so many things in the future that I am excited about, which I love. C comes next weekend and I’ve been plotting and planning and it’s going to be a stellar weekend. After she leaves (booo), the ONLY consolation I’ll have is that fall break will be on Monday and Tuesday. Also, next week is midterm for me, meaning I switch from pediatrics to ob/gyn, which means I’m halfway through my SECOND SEMESTER, getting ever so close to being done.
Okay enough gabbing. More photos for those of you have not seen these on Facebook.
Here’s my girl, too cute

another photo of me dancing. what.a.shock.

another family photo

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So I think I’ve exhausted the “I’m-so-not-prepared-for-nursing-school” avenue. I mean, how many reasons must I come up with that point to the fact that I’m not setting myself up for success? How much more AWESOME will it be when I totally knock everyone’s socks off once I begin school? I’ll totally be David to nursing school’s Goliath, minus the death part. Nursing school will WISH it had died when I’m done with it, I can hear it yelling “mercy! uncle!” at this very moment. HA.

I’m exhausted. Do you know how much energy it takes to nanny all day? for two kids? A LOT! Approximately 12309097462 times energy as much as the normal person has. I’m remembering an episode of “Desperate Housewives” where Lynette starts taking Ritalin to stay on top of everything and not get tired. That episode isn’t looking so ludicrous now. Seriously, just to change, apply diaper-rash cream and re-clothe Ethan, well, it’s a marathon. That kid knows how to death-grip his changing table. I call dealing with him “wrangling” and shall now be addressed as “Master Wrangler of Infants and Children”. That or “Domestic Goddess” shall do.
However, as both kids are asleep, all the dishes are done, all the bottles sanitized, all the toys put away (and sterilized!), and the laundry almost done, I feel like the most impressive person in the world. This must be the feeling that keeps moms going. That and the promise of sleep SOMETIME in the future.
I wish I’d brought my camera because, as always, Ethan is doing THE CUTEST things ever. He snorts when he laughs (OMG!) and scrunches his face and breaths heavily while playing (I think you have to see this to understand). Honestly, at this point, I can’t even imagine what moms feel because my heart comes very near to exploding every time he laughs and I’m just his mom’s cousin!

Okay, off to finish my book.

LOVE!

ps I’m not loving this theme, you?

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Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I’ll be heading to Liberty, Missouri for William Jewell’s BSN-AT orientation.  It’s really hard for me to relay how exciting/thrilling this is.  The more I read about the nursing shortages and the thousands of people turned away from nursing programs, the more blessed I feel.  Each time I read about those people, well it makes it more real.  If you are reading this people, don’t lose heart, you’ll get in!  It seems like such a simple dream I know.  But it’s been so long in the making.  I’ve known for at least eight years that I wanted to work in medicine.  I spent four years of college hearing “you can’t” from myself (and others) and becoming increasingly discouraged with each exam, semester and paper.  That’s why taking a break right after I graduated was the best thing I could have ever done.  I know it didn’t make sense to some people, but those people needed to not matter to me anymore.  Their opinions were what kept me up at night worrying.  If I had gone into nursing school in 2006, I would have never had those two years of worryless-ness, of fun, young times in a big city.  Yes I’d probably be a travel nurse by now, having worked a “real” job for a couple years.  But would I have had a backpacking trip through Europe, the discovery of Washington, D.C., the learning of how to be me when I know no one and an Oz-tastical vacation with my favorite sibling?  I’m doubting it.  That’s why it’s hard to regret anything in life.  What would I take away?  How would I be different?  Without those two years I doubt I’d be this thrilled to be going to nursing school.

“EEEEEEEEE!” is a pretty accurate description of how I feel.

So, anyone want to buy me a stethoscope?

LOVE!

ps thank you for the comments people.  Encouragement is just what the doctor ordered.

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