She slapped my right hand just as I was about to inject the medicine. Startled, I looked back at her to see angry green eyes and thin lips pursed in disapproval. Knowing that the patient could see us, I kept my face unemotional."Aspirate," she hissed, giving me sharp hand signals that looked somewhat epileptic. After I aspirated and injected the shot we went out of the room into the hallway. In a high pitched thin voice she said, "You are an unsafe nurse, you forgot to aspirate! You are being put on probation." Stunned, I walked away frustrated, scared and angry. I was ready to give up. For the entire semester she had found one thing or another to yell at me or put me down about. It had been my first injection. My first ever. I was frightened to begin with, now I felt like a failure. I had looked up the medication my patient was to receive, wrote down all the information on the medication and the reason my patient needed it, and finally had drawn it up in the syringe with painstaking care. Then I had talked myself into getting the nerve up to give the injection, only to be traumatized to paralysis. After clinical that day, I sat in post conference trying not to cry. Short blonde hair that stood up in most places framed her petite face. Behind her silver framed glasses eyes clouded with prejudice, hate, and some other things I couldn't put my finger on. Trying not to make eye contact I pretended to read my paper. Afterwards I ran to my car, tears chasing me the entire way. I could hardly open the car door because my vision was blurred, once inside I let myself cry. I felt some relief but the nagging sense of self doubt hovered low over my head. I began to question myself, just like my instructor had. Is this the path God really wants me on? Had I gotten it wrong? Was I not smart enough? The questions rolled around my head until a migraine began creeping up my neck, cradling my head. On my way home I passed my church. Pulling into the parking lot, I parked facing the steeple that held a cross. Praying and crying out to God, I asked Him all the questions I had asked myself. When the questions finally ceased, I was still. Wiping the tears from my face I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. I felt at peace. I knew in my heart that God had directed me onto this path. That night I told my husband about what had happened, I cried and reverted back to feeling sorry for myself. I even voiced that I was going to quit nursing school. He only said one sentence, but that is all I needed. "You are better than that, stop feeling sorry for yourself. You are not a quitter, show her how wrong she is." I was shocked at his bluntness, but it was exactly what I needed. I had run out of excuses. I gleaned strength from my faith and family support that coupled with my inner resolve to finish what I had started. I became even more determined to be the best nurse I could be, in spite of an instructor who didn't like me. A few clinicals passed and I worked hard and kept to myself. Then one day in the middle of a clinical, I was at a desk doing my careplan for my patient and the instructor came up to me. "I've noticed something different about you." "Thank you. I decided I wasn't going to let anything you said or did discourage me." Her face got that familiar cloudy look and she stomped off and out of my self esteem. As I watched her walk away I felt a thrill start at my toes and make it's way to my head. I smiled to myself and knew in my heart I had done the right thing. My experience with this instructor forced me to evaluate and question myself. Self reflection is a great tool in evaluating life choices and deciding the right path. In life we can grow from difficult experiences and I did in this one. I became stronger. Nursing school is extremely hard all by itself, excluding life challenges that come along trying to knock us out of the game. With the exception of this one instructor, I respected my nursing instructors. They often worked two jobs, and they always pushed us to learn and be better. Allow me to encourage nursing students who may be having a conflict with an instructor to prove them wrong. Be quietly strong, be fantastic and finish strong.