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  1. mar9

    Help! Failing my first semester of nursing school!

    Message sent :)
  2. mar9

    Help! Failing my first semester of nursing school!

    Don't give up! I totally understand, I think many of us have felt exactly what you're feeling...on multiple occasions! Pharm is definitely a tough one, but there are definitely ways to get through it, you just have to figure out how you learn best. Picmonic was a life-saver for me when I was struggling with pharm. I know you said you're using it, but there are actually so many features and cool things that you can do with it that maybe not as obvious right off the bat. Once you use it correctly though, you'd be suprised at how much it helps in exams! If you need help, message me and I can walk you through it :) I love to spread the Picmonic love because it changed everything for me in nursing school and raised my grades a ton. The good news is that you're right, just because you're struggling with test taking and memorization doesn't reflect at all what type of nurse you'll be. Nursing is all about compassion and love for people, all the school stuff will stick in time!
  3. Think that getting less sleep in favor of studying is a good idea? Wrong, my friend! When we sleep we consolidate new information that we've learned throughout the day; meaning that sleep is vital to turn that new information into long-term memories. That extra hour of studying will be worthless if you don't get at least 6-8 hours, so close that book and get some shut-eye!
  4. If you keep rereading text over and over and nothing is sticking, find another way to get that information in your head. Draw out charts, make the information into funny pictures, and create stories out of those images. There are also apps online to help you do this if you are creatively challenged, but are still a visual learner. Take advantage of the technology out there and know that there are ways around dated, old methods of studying.
  5. Make sure you have healthy snacks handy that are quick and provide you with satiety; mixed nuts and fruit are great examples. This way prepping food won't run into your study time, and when you have the snacks ready to go, it doesn't give you an excuse to take a really long break to make a huge meal (let's face it; that can be a way of procrastinating to avoid getting back to studying!) Save the big meal for after the study sesh.
  6. Set a timer so that you know you have to focus for 20 straight minutes without any distractions; no social media or texting. That way you know that when that 20 minutes of focus is up, you can take a 5-minute break from the intensity, grab a snack, catch up on what you missed on Instagram, and come back fresh and ready to go.
  7. Make sure you are in an environment that is conducive to YOUR (not your friend's, not your classmate's...) most productive way of studying. If you need complete silence, go somewhere quiet. If you need a little stimulation, go to a coffee shop. If you need natural light, make sure there are windows around. If you like to feel like a vampire when you're studying, hide in a basement. Whatever it is, make sure you're environment supports you to get the most out of your study session.
  8. There are also apps for visual mnemonics for nursing school that help visual learners remember all the tiny details we need to know as nurses
  9. mar9

    Positive Tips For Study Success

    I think allowing yourself planned study breaks is key as well, that way you can let the information sink into your brain and come back fresh!
  10. mar9

    Nursing: What Did I Get Myself Into?!

    DahliaDaisy I would love to hear your story, it sounds like you have a very inspiring journey as well :)
  11. mar9

    Nursing: What Did I Get Myself Into?!

    Heylove, it sounds like we had a very similar path! Glad to see there are many people on the same journey
  12. mar9

    Nursing: What Did I Get Myself Into?!

    Heylove, it sounds like we had a very similar path! Glad to see there are many people on the same journey :)
  13. I've always been envious of the people who knew they were meant to be nurses right out of the womb. Like they were born screaming, "ADPIEEEEE!!" I wish I could say I always knew I wanted to be a nurse, and that it made sense right away. To be honest, my journey to becoming a nurse had been quite different. I fell into it rather clumsily, for that matter. I've felt lost along the way. I questioned why I was pursuing nursing more often than not. Nursing school was a daily, even sometimes hourly struggle for me. Much of the time I secretly felt like I was wearing a halloween costume when I put my scrubs on. If you have ever felt this way going into your nursing career, or even feel this way now in nursing school, well then grab some hot cocoa and gather 'round the campfire my lovelies, because I have a story for you... As a very indecisive person who bores extremely easily, for much of my life, I felt like the blue dot on Google Maps. You know when you start in the direction you think you should be going, and then realize that the dot is moving away from the route that you are supposed to be on rather than towards it? I felt like that was my constant state. Wrong way again; turn around and start over. I graduated high school a couple years early, which afforded me a lot of time to dabble in all different kinds of majors and torture myself with indecision. Philosophy. World Theology. Psychology. Nutrition. French. Business... like I was doing little taste-testers hoping something would just make sense to me. I wanted to try everything. But at the same time, I couldn't fully commit to any of the options, because nothing was feeling like it was the one. My career soulmate. Finally, I dug in and dedicated myself to a major in journalism with a minor in film. I had dreams of becoming an investigative journalist, making documentaries that would expose the atrocities of the world, advocating for the underdog who was standing up against The Man. After graduation and interning at an investigative unit on a broadcast news station, my annoying little friend, fear, came around. Fear of putting myself out there and being vulnerable to criticism. Fear of making the wrong choice.The panic from the weight of my endless options became so suffocating, that I did what any paralyzed, new grad millennial would do: I took all the bartending money that I had saved up for many years, got a New Zealand work visa, and booked a one-way ticket to Auckland. From there, I spent a little over a year backpacking my way through Southeast Asia on a strict 20 dollars a day. This was all in efforts to never have to make any decision at all, feeding my inner procrastination devil, who was cackling on my shoulder the whole time. My plan was to receive enlightenment, like they do in all the coming-of-age cliche books and movies about finding yourself. I wanted so badly to be a cliche. One day I felt my moment coming after a particularly grueling yoga class in India. As I was rolling up my mat and the teacher came and sat next to me. "You, girl... I am seeing that you have trouble in your life. Why is this?" Perfect. Im oozing desperation. But please...tell me something profound and meaningful. "I am just having a hard time finding my direction," I responded. He looked at me directly in the eyes for a few, seemingly too long, silent seconds, and then stated in his very thick, Hindi accent, "Don't look the monkeys in the eye." Then he got up and waved me out of the class. He was done with me. Um. I left having no idea what that meant and was more than a little jarred, but from then on you better believe that I was sure to bolt in the opposite direction any time a monkey crossed my path. No new-found insight had happened though, and those catch up phone calls with home started to feel a little more impending doom-ish. "Hi sweetie! Which country are you in now? And...uh...any thoughts of when you're coming home?" "Hey Mum! Wow, the internet here is terrible. I can barely hear you! I'll call you back next week when I get a better a connection!" Then one day when I was (physically) lost riding a bike through some dirt roads in Cambodia, I bumped into another traveler who seemed just as turned around as I was. As we both tried to find our way back on the map, we started the get to know each other chit-chat. It turned out she was a nurse. She seemed to have this amazing, inspirational, fairy tale life. She got to travel; she was imparting good into the world. She was happy. I had come from a family of artists, and I had never really known anyone in the healthcare field. My spidey senses perked up. Wait...maybe I could be a nurse... Seemed stable. Seemed like I could do my part in giving back. Seemed like I could do some world exploration with it. It checked more than a couple boxes on the imaginary job satisfaction list in my head. I came back home with a new plan. At a family dinner I announced my new endeavor. "Guys, I have some news! I'm gonna go to nursing school!" Crickets. Then laughter from my sister's direction. When I stayed quiet, she added, "Oh...you're serious? I just don't really, uh, see you as a nurse. But you know...Im sure you'll be great!" I got accepted to an accelerated BSN after-degree program in Edmonton, Alberta, in my homeland of Canada. Off I went to begin my new journey, becoming a fresh blue dot on my unfamiliar map with enthusiasm and a new sense of purpose. My shiny textbooks smelled like new beginnings. My fresh, slick pens were so stable and decisive. And then school started. So, here's the thing; I've always had great grades in school. I graduated at the top of my class in journalism school, without ever feeling like I was struggling. I assumed I would breeze through nursing school in the same way. So in my first semester, I was quickly humbled when I started getting Cs and Ds on exams. Turns out writing and science aren't that closely connected in my brain. My spirit followed my grades down the well of despair. The new books quickly transformed into a heavy burden, smelling of mistakes and failure. I either lost my pens or they exploded in my bag. I couldn't retain any information from the massive amounts of text-based reading assignments. As someone who gathers and stores information from colorful stories filled with descriptions and emotions, I didn't know how to make sense of this dense black and white world of memorization of facts. This was a whole new world to me, a whole new language, a whole new culture. I started questioning why I was even trying to be a nurse and felt so naive for even thinking I could take on this battle. I would watch the other students in my clinical group just thrive in med-surg, orthopedic surgery, labor and delivery. The whole time I was counting down the clock every day wondering how I got myself into this mess. I started having an internal battle with myself yet again. Yes, I could be a nurse on a med-surg floor, or any of the other floors I had clinicals on. That wasn't the issue. My inner conflict was about how happy I was going to be doing that job. Would I make the most impact there, or would I just be going through the motions? Would I wake up happy every day and know that I was living to my full potential? Deep down, the answer kept rising. This is so not me. But what I didn't realize was that I was being extremely narrow-minded; nursing is me. I finally got that aha-moment everyone talks about. My brother, who has been my best friend and protector since birth, struggled with heroin addiction for most of our teenage years and early 20s. If you are familiar with how drug addiction transforms someone you love into someone who is completely alien to you, you'll understand the rollercoaster of pain, suffering and anger that comes with it. It was there, once I started my mental health rotation, that I started to really identify with nursing. Every teenage boy with a tortured soul became my brother, every desperate mother holding on for just a drop of hope became my mother. It all made sense now. I left my feelings of inadequacy in my lecture halls. These patients weren't the faceless, nameless "75-year-old male diabetic patient with left-sided heart failure" from my nursing exams. These were people with laugh lines, people with tear-stained cheeks, people with callouses on their hands, people with bright blue nail polish. People with favorite ice cream flavors and annoying pets. People with loud families who surrounded them 24/7 at bedside, or people who had no one who cared if they were alive at all. People with smiles, laughter, grief and pain. Nursing isn't only about how fast you can recall the cranial nerves or understanding the how a beta blocker acts in the body. It's about human connection. It's about being a source of stability for people when they are in their most raw, vulnerable states, which is where we all are once everything else is stripped away from us. Now as a psych nurse, I'm still on my mission to fight for the underdog. But rather than standing up against the corruption in society, I'm helping individuals fight deep, dark battles within themselves, and I'm there to hold their hand while they try to exist in a world where a stigma has been unfairly bestowed upon them. And knowing that makes me realize how true I am being to the things I claim are important to me. I also ended up using my journalism degree after all; I got an unbelievable opportunity to work with Picmonic, an audio/visual study tool for nursing students who need a creative and engaging way to study. It's a way of learning completely aligned with what I believe in, and I get to help students succeed in a society where we are still educated with a one-size fits all mentality. I've been so grateful to be given the ability to combine both aspects of my nursing and journalism backgrounds into a harmonious new career for myself, one which I wake up every day and can't wait to create and share with the world. And a few years down the road, when I want to mix things up (because let's face it; I'm still me) I can move into a whole different nursing area that will spark future-me's new interest, because there is no end to the opportunities for someone who wants to do it all. Here's the thing about nursing- and I'm about to drop a truth bomb on you here- you can really mold your nursing career into what you, as in individual, want it to be. So, if you decide to take anything from my long-winded narrative, it's this: it's ok if you don't feel like there is one perfect nursing area fit for you. If you feel disconnected to your nursing practice, I feel ya, friend. I've been there, and others have too. Sometimes, we just have to surrender to uncertainty and know things will fall into place they way they need to, and you just have to follow who you are, at your core. And if you are just now starting to think about perhaps embarking on your own turbulent nursing journey, just remember to steer clear of monkeys on the way.
  14. mar9

    5 Things I Wish I Knew as a New Graduate Nurse

    Great article!! Really true in many ways. Thank you! Mar
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