So, I'm off and running. Today was my first day of nursing school, and I would by lying if I said that I got a good night's sleep prior to my 8am class. I was so excited that there was no sleeping for most of the night. Just little blips of dozing interrupted by bursts of energy brought on by 1) getting the scholarship that will pay for all of school, and 2) my FIRST DAY OF NURSING SCHOOL.
Yep, I got the scholarship! Even though I felt like a complete mess when I showed up for my interview. I went to bed early and set the alarm for 6am so I would have plenty of time to eat a good breakfast, get dressed and look my freshest best. It was a great plan, only I forgot to actually turn the alarm ON. So I awoke a little before 8am and immediate went into panic mode. No breakfast. No looking my freshest best. And to make matters worse, Mother Nature forgot it was spring and dosed us with some pretty chilly, rainy weather, so the perfectly professional-looking, short-sleeved, bone-colored top I was to wear had to be covered by ... WHAT? I flew through my closet and a small miracle jumped out and said, "I match that top perfectly." I actually have in my possession a bone-colored, suede blazer that I got in a thrift store several years ago. The one and only time I ever wore that blazer I managed to get blue ink marks in, not one, but two places on the front. One of the blue ink spots is down low and not too noticeable. But the other one? The other one was standing up straight and tall, front and center on my chest. Not having the time to worry about it, I held my arm and purse in just the right position to cover it, and hoped the man who was interviewing me wouldn't see it. Thank god I don't have attention-grabbing boobs.
The interview went very well, and I floated out of his office on a nice, big, fluffy, white cloud of joy.
Today, I got up and - this is another fine example of what a total dork I am - I actually announced, out loud, to my dogs, "Today is the first day of the rest of our lives, guys. Today, I start nursing school." And they were all like, "Kibble? Did you just say kibble?"
My first nursing class: Pathophysiology, 8am. All I can say is it's a damn good thing I find this stuff interesting. And the material is so hard and there's SO MUCH OF IT that will be crammed into my head in a very short amount of time, that I feel challenged to kick this class's ass. That's right, I want to be the valedictorian of Pathophys.
My other class is online, and, from the looks of things? It's going to be a royal pain in the rear. I started hyperventilating when I read the syllabus, and immediately called my friend D. so we could have a shared panic attack. This class was originally scheduled to be in lecture format, but apparently it's so awful that they can't even get anyone to TEACH it, so at the last minute, it became an online class. I do not like online classes. Online classes do not provide the structure and adult supervision that I need ... sigh. Hopefully, my new BFFs at school will help keep me from drowning.
Speaking of my new BFFs at school ... Since today was the first day of class, and hence, the first day that I got a good look at the folks I will be spending the next 1.5 years with, I took a good look around at my classmates. It's an interesting group of folks for sure, and I have to say that I'm glad I already knew D. and M. and R. going into it. The thing that really struck me was how old some of the folks are ... and then I found out they are MY AGE! Then I reflected back on a conversation I had last week with A. who insisted that there is "NO WAY" I am 40. I spent a good 20 minutes trying to convince him that I am. So, I've decided that, hence forth, I shall be known as She Who Is 30 ... Again. Not because I have a problem with being 40, but because my 30s kind of sucked the first time 'round and because I get tired of having the conversation that ends with, "No, seriously, I REALLY AM 40". So, why not? Mom loves this idea, because if I take off a decade then she has to also, which will make her 56 this Thursday.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
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