All That Is to Come

For months, I have been waiting for my first semester clinical assignments.  I've wondered who will be in my group?  How far I will have to drive each day (...meaning how early I'll have to drag my sorry butt out of bed)?  Who will my instructor be - the sweet little lady, or the one who will eat you alive so that you truly learn?  The questions have been in the back of my mind since March.  Finally, I decided to stop wondering (and worrying, just a little bit) and to just let it all happen. 

Well, as soon as I stopped wondering, I received an email with ALL of the answers.  Last night, I spent two hours reading over all of the PDFs for groups, schedules, locations, etc.  My iCal was probably excited to be used again - I've been neglecting it since I graduated in May - and in the name of a new semester and a new degree, a little micro-management never hurt anyone.  


I thought that knowing my schedule would put all chances of possible anxiety to rest.  But, I was wrong.  I'm starting to get a little nervous.   I've already gone through all the BS to get a B.S in Biology.  You'd think that the degree under my belt would put my mind at ease...what's two more years?  I can do this!  I'm used to upper level coursework, and I have always dreamed of working in healthcare.  Why so nervous all of a sudden?  I guess I'll never really know; but it was enough to keep me up all last night! 

I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way.  And, that is why I decided to write about my experience as a nursing student.  I plan to write in this blog:

1. To channel my feelings into something productive/creative in order to get everything off of my chest. I have made a vow to myself that I will not internalize my feelings in my career as a nurse.
2. To have something to look back on to see how far I've come; 
3. And, to help anyone else who is considering the nursing field.  

Let the journey begin. 

S