After nearly 40 years I can still feel the pain. One instructor took me as her project....she didn't like my hair, my hips, my handwriting!! I printed everything....I guess I was in a phase then.....I couldn't sit down. walk, speak without harsh dominating words from her.
I'd already dropped out of a diploma school for personal reasons. I actually think they were sad to see me go.
THEN there came a series of 'fluff" courses I took while hubby was in the Army.....by the time I got home I had enough hours to get a BA.....go figure.
Well 11 years later my friend called me and said they are accepting more students at USC....let's see about it.
So.......ripe old age of 30 I showed up for orientation
In '63...no trousers, no shorts unless you covered up with a long raincoat. Shoes not sandals. No jeans. (for the guys) Hair just so, uniform just so low, no earrings, no lipstick........
In 1973 I got the bug again to finally finish and showed up in a dress and loafers......Lawsey me...... Ummmm the dress code had changed indeed. The age of aquarius had arrived and I had been left outside. Teachers in shorts, sandals, bare legged, long straight hair, dangling earrings......It took me about a week but by then I had my hip huggers, belly shirt, long hair parted down the center and CLOGS! You could do a whole semester on just one or two outfits. Oh and I forgot the granny glasses. Oh and I weighed just under 90#
Now pull on up to summer sessions.....there was that hip hating instructor.....her name, hair and makeup had changed...but I knew it was her!!! Her last name had changed, so had mine.
She turned out to be the one of the BEST 3 instructors I ever knew. SO about a week before graduation I went to her and asked if she remembered me......she looked and said you had a sister or cousin in here about 10 years or so???? Nope...that's me.......
It was like finding gold....she had reorganized her priorities.....I had grown up a little and developed some gumption.
BTW I finished with a 4.0, Deans List, Presidents List........with my friends and family there in the Coliseum. And my little boy telling everyone in sight......there's my MAMA she's a Nurse!!!
SO bottom line is I guess........Illegitimi non carborundum
don't let the bas****s wear you out. Circle the wagons and look for another school or a distance school like excelsior or another.......Things that go around, come around.......and hopefully bite her in the backside.
That instructor probably lost one of the best nurses who could have been graduated....and I'd surely remind her when you drop by to show everyone your NCLEX scores and your Magna Cum Laude.