Transitions

If you haven't noticed, a general theme for my most recent posts have been about change. I've written before the change has happened, while it has been going on, and now I will conclude.

I started nursing school a week and a half ago. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced. I was worried that the 5-hour classes each day would not be very good for my self-diagnosed ADD, but so far I have been very wrong. Even though I have taken a good amount of these classes already, I still feel fulfilled and only slightly bored. I've already befriended people that I ordinarily would have walked right on past or judged severely or run the opposite way screaming (for those of you who I have talked to one-on-one, you know what I'm talking about). I'm already feeling like I'm becoming more of an adult. I'm being exposed to many different kinds of people in my small class of 25: single mothers, disabled young women, born-agains, mothers of disabled children, people going through gender changes, and more tattoos than I can count. While there are a few people who think they are the shit because they have some more hospital experience than most of us, we mostly accept each other for who we are. After all, we're in the same boat, and in 15 months, we'll all be going after the same jobs and making the same salaries and working with the same kinds of people.

Aside from the social aspect (which there really isn't much of), so far I'm doing well in my classes. I find myself almost sad when school lets out. It's fun to have something to do. Speaking of, I'm back to work at Maggiano's. It's good to be sticking around there for awhile instead of leaving after a few weeks to go back to school. I'm still getting myself settled at home. Most of my unpacking still hasn't been done (hey! I'm a busy girl!) and John hasn't even graduated yet, but I think I'm off to an OK start.

I hope I can keep this momentum going for 15 months, but my class has adopted the idea that we will all pass together or fail together, which really encourages me. It's kind of a strange idea for me after 4 years of every-man-for-himself at Longwood, not to mention the 12 years prior. It's good to feel a part of a team. What could be better? A team of people who want to help each other succeed at helping people in the future.

In other news:
Like I mentioned, John's graduation is coming up on Sunday followed by a delightful meal with his family. Next, John's Mamaw's 85th birthday cocktail party in a couple weeks. Later in June, a delightful long beach weekend with, you guessed it, John.

My sister found a wedding dress, and we're in the process of looking for my maid of honor dress.

'Til next time, bloggers.