Like Renee, I had a couple of instructors that I really respected tell me that I should have gone to medical school. None of those instructors were surprised when I became a CRNA.
I did have an instructor who tried to make my life miserable in nursing school
. Third semester, labor and delivery took up half the semester. The instructor at the time hated men in nursing, and went out of her way to make male student's lives as miserable as possible. Example: On my first day on the post partum unit, I was assigned to a couple from another part of the world. The husband was a internal medical resident (and pretty good, by all accounts). Their culture was such that men did not help with the labor and delivery process. Prior to the child's birth, this family had gone out their way to make sure that everyone involved in her care, including OB/GYN, nurses, and anesthesia providers were all female. That was what made her comfortable, and I felt then and feel now THAT'S HER RIGHT!
Anyway, I knew none of this when the instructor dragged me into the room on the first day, saying "here's your nursing student" just as mom was receiving her first breast feeding instruction from the lactation consultant. Very uncomfortable, and I was immediately removed from the room. Fortunately, the husband was a very understanding man, and caught me later that day. He explained in a very nice way that they had absolutely nothing against me, but culturally men were not part of the birthing process in their country. He was a great guy.
In fact, the first nine patients this woman assigned me to had either specifically stated "no men" or "no students" before they ever came to the hospital. Odd coincidence. I came within a hair's breadth of quitting nursing school. I didn't, mostly because I was not going to give up on my desire to be a CRNA, and was in no way going to give this b*tch the satisfaction.
Now, when she sees me at the hospital, she acts as though we are great friends, and introduces me to her current crop of students as "one of her past students." Probably just me, but I have always felt that understood in this introduction is the idea that "he wouldn't be were he is if it weren't for me." One of her students (a male) cornered me later and asked me about it. Basically, I told him I was where I was at in spite of her.
So, as you can tell, seven years down the line, I am still very angry about it, and consider my LDR experience to be some of the mental baggage I have to drag around.