I failed 2nd semester nursing school.I wallowed in misery for a bit, then I picked myself back up again. I did my remediation and was given a second chance. Woo-hoo, I moved onto 3rd semester:) and I encourage those who are at their breaking point to look into their soul and make a plan. Nurses Announcements Archive Article
NUMB. FROZEN. PARALYZED. STUPID. FAILURE. I felt these emotions and more on that decided day. I failed second semester nursing school and I was done. I failed by 1% exactly. Such a small percent in general yet oceans apart in nursing school. This number represented the difference between the haves and have-nots. Those that moved forward and those that stood still. I was the latter.
The final scores were posted in the nursing lounge on the bulletin board where all could see. People were high fiving and running around in small circles of happiness. And then there were those of us with solemn expressions of pained disappoint.
All I was thinking at that moment was please don't ask me if I made it or not. My classmates would be moving on without me. Maybe it was a mistake. I checked my score again.
No mistake...I failed.
I somehow managed to make my way down the corridor for my exit interview. My feet felt so heavy and my shoulders felt like I had a giant boulder on each one. As I sat in the hall waiting my turn, I could hear muffled sobs of failure, and in the distance I could also hear those fortunate ones who made it and their unrestrained cheering which put a dagger through my soul.
I was in shock and disbelief.
I was a shiny embarrassment for all to see. In a moments notice my life changed and it changed for the worse. I'm not a young student anymore but a married woman who had a husband who worked overtime to put me through school so I wouldn't have to work. I screwed up and wasted precious time and money that we really didn't have. I was also at the expiration date of my pre-reqs. If I wanted to enroll in another nursing program I'd have to take all my pre-reqs over again. This all equated to more time and money that I didn't have.
How did I let this happen?
All of my tiny mistakes added up and led me to this.
I always wanted to be a registered nurse but also felt that I wasn't smart enough to make it. Maybe my insecurities came to fruition? Perhaps I should do something else? All these miserable thoughts overcame me so I walked to my car, drove down the parking lot where no one could hear me and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed over and over again until my throat waved it's white flag.
I composed myself and drove back and waited for my turn at the exit interview. With my head hung low, I asked if I could start over and was told that my chances were pretty good if I completed remediation. That's all I needed to hear! If they let me back in I would exhaust all resources possible before I was willing to accept this permanent failure.
I repeated second semester and passed! I am officially a 3rd semester student and will begin in Fall 2011! I challenge those of you who failed, who think they are too old, who think they are not smart enough, who think about giving up to dig deep down within and lift yourself up and do whatever it takes. I admit that I am not the smartest or the youngest student nurse out there but I AM very determined. There was a quote I heard and it's something to the effect of "There are those who fall down and there are those who stay down"...this time I am not the latter.