Well, I have applied for some night school classes with hopes of applying to the Practical Nursing program next fall.
I am 32 years old, and while my current career (payroll for transportation company) and past career (admin assistant for a record label) do not point to a career in health care, I have really always wanted to do this and now I have decided I have the funds and the time to do it part-time.
I went to a "free, one-on-one career counselling session" at my school tonight with someone from the career centre.
I left in tears.
I have severe apprehensions about my math abilities, as well, my high school was limited (got my diploma, but was heavy on "artsy" subjects like English and drama - a few sciences but no math at a senior level) and I have to upgrade my high school (with a college prep course I am taking this next January). She listened to the whole long story, then blurted out
"Why on EARTH would you want to NOT pursue something you are good at (English, the arts) and pursue something you find really really HARD?!?"
She then spent the next 45 minutes pointing out why I can't do it -
I don't have the prereqs from High School - well hello! That was 15 years ago!
I am very worried about my math skills "and you need to be very quick on your feet with those, you know"
I will be competing with about a million graduating High School students for a place in the program because in Ontario this year Grade 13 is being abolished, so there are double the number of grads from grade 13 and 12.
She ended it by telling me to "find a nurse and ask them about their job" hello, I've been grilling every nurse I've met for years. I read this board. For what it's worth, I watch ER religiously!
Well, geez, why don't I just kill myself.
Kidding, but man, my morale has never been lower. I felt like asking for a tuition refund before I even start my one little class next week.
I have been looking forward to this appt. for weeks. I was hoping to get some encouragement. Instead, I got depressed.