In high school I kinda knew nursing was what I wanted to do, and couldnt think of anything else. Senior year I took a healthcare occupations course where we learned about different medical jobs, some CNA skills ( we were supposed to do clinical hours but no budget or something). I really liked it tho. At the same time I also went to community college part time, and got my EMT license (which my dad had done the semester before me). I really really loved it!
Then life happened.... I couldn't work full time and go to school full time, then the family moved and it got put off and I pretty much gave up on it. Fall of 2011, I was miserable at my job on a cubicle farm. I was with my mom while she was getting ready to go into surgery, and with all the in and out and everything going on I just sat there and had a lightbulb moment: I knew this is where I was supposed to be. It was weird, and I don't really know how to explain it, but I just felt this really strong sense that I belonged there. (cheesy, I know). So then I started thinking.... maybe I could go part time, take some classes, and maybe this nursing thing might just work.
2 weeks later I got fired.
Now, I am getting ready to start my final term in my ADN program and begin my preceptorship. I am president of my schools
Student Nurse Association, and hold a position as a state association liaison.
Even after a long hard day of clinical, and come home to cram for exam the next day, even as totally crazy as school has made me...I couldn't be happier.
2 years after my 'light bulb' moment, I graduate with honors. I can't wait!