Maybe I should cry.
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OK. Long vent - sorry.
I have applied to two BSN programs. I'll call them "A" and "B". After applying to program A, I received a letter indicating the credits they accepted, my GPA (per their calculation method), and eventually, a call for an interview. Great - now I just sit and wait until April. Program B is the reason I have the lump in my throat.
Program B gets your application and sends a letter acknowledging receipt. This letter also contains a phone number for any questions you have regarding admittance. That's it. Then you wait until April. Well, today I called the school in an attempt to find out if they accepted my credits. I really don't thinks its an unreasonable question since I applied in August 2005 for the Fall 2006 class. The guy that answered the phone treated me like sh*t on a shoe. I am a cordial and professional person. In that type of manor, I explained my application status and asked if he could let me know if they accepted my credits. He curtly replied that acceptance letters don't go out until April. I let him know that I understood that he could not give out program acceptance information yet; however, I would just like to know if my credits were accepted. If they were not, then I could enroll in the proper classes next semester and fulfill their requirements. He was very condescending and said, "I'm not telling you that! What if I had to tell every student if their credits were accepted?!?!" (Uh, the letter says to call with questions Mr. Smiley) Normally, my personality would have led me into a healthy or maybe not-so-healthy debate on his attitude; but, I'm trapped. If I stand up for myself, I could lose my shot at the program, so I bit my tongue. Now I am blue.
To add, I feel really stupid and self-centerd feeling blue. I just completed a fairly rigorous orientation at an oncology center. These patients are battling for their lives, yet, I'm whining about nursing school. The funny thing is - this is just the tip of the iceburg! I still have to balance the checkbook, pay bills, talk to my son's teacher because he talks too much in class, get my kids to their respective activities, and pay my husband some attention. More anxiety and depression. OK, now here's the icing on the cake........if I'm on the verge of tears today - how will I ever survive nursing school? Thus, the perverbial lump in my throat. Oh well, I guess I oughta rent Love Story, Steele Magnolias, Terms of Endearment, or all three and let the waterworks flow. Thanks for listening.