I was a decent nursing student. I could have studied more, but I did study. I could have been more involved, but I was involved. I loved helping my classmates. I have a decent GPA which is going to help with getting into a BSN program, and later for grad school, if I want it. It never really stopped me from feeling a bit like I wasn't doing enough. I'm just a little bit of a stress prone person like that. Thankfully, I seem to lose some of it when I hit the floor and can physically do things.I knew that the plan was to take the NCLEX as soon as I could possibly get a testing date. Originally that day was about 3 weeks out from graduation. I kept an eye out on the website for openings before then. About a week after graduation, one such opening appeared, for two days later. I jumped at the chance and then immediately panicked that I would not be ready.For the first day, I buried myself in my NCLEX study materials that I had. By the second day, I realized that this was unsustainable, especially if I was to not drive myself into something stupid. I went to a Christmas party with my cohort. I offered to pick my roommate up from work. Went to a holiday party with him and some of his coworkers. Anything to keep my mind off the test. Then I went home and turned in early in hopes of getting a good night sleep.As if I could get a good night sleep with something so important to me the next day. I woke up at 0300, unable to get back to sleep. My cat, bless his furry little soul tried. He crawled up on the pillow, snuggled into my shoulder, and started to purr with all his might. He kneaded my shoulder and nuzzled my hair. It was calming but not enough for sleep.Finally, I just got up and got ready. I went through all my morning pre-test rituals I knew could help. All of them. Picking out a favorite outfit that makes me feel good. Styling my hair and putting on makeup. Waking up the poor roommate to get a ride. Going to the coffee shop for my favorite peppermint mocha and a sandwich as a treat. Just kept building upon the good experiences to make sure I got off to the right start.Then it was time. I went into the testing center, got my handprint scanned, picture was taken. I was so stressed I accidentally put my ID into the sealed bag with my phone. Once that was corrected, though, it was into the testing room, all cameras on me.I can't, of course, go into details about the questions, other than to say that they got progressively harder. Everyone knows that. The worst part is when they get hard enough that you know that you don't know the answers anymore. It will happen, I was told early on to expect that, and I am grateful I was warned. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but since I expected it, it couldn't throw me off as much.I got to 75 questions and it kept going. I had to take a few deep breaths. Reminded myself that going past isn't a bad thing. It at least means I haven't failed yet. Finally, it shut off at 88 questions. I raised my hand and was ushered out. There was some surprise that I had finished already. I checked the time, and I had been there for about an hour. I got more worried I would end up with my test on hold.Gathered my stuff and headed out. My first call was to one of my nursing mentors to let him know I was done. He told me to relax, that I did fine. Then I called the roommate to let them know to come get me. I went home and immediately went back to bed to sleep it off.The next forty-eight hours, I spent distracting myself. I slept, I went to friend's houses, I went to work. I occasionally checked the BoN website but knew that it was unlikely that they would have the results up because they didn't get my transcripts yet.I live in a quick result state, so at 48 hours, I decided that it was well worth the eight dollars to put myself out of my misery. I think I knew all along that I had likely passed. I had spent so much time telling myself that my HESI scores were good, my school had great pass rates, and that nursing school should have prepared me, that the test itself was almost anticlimactic by comparison to the whole. Still, the sense of relief that washed over me when I saw that "Pass" on my receipt... made all of the stress worth it. 1 Down Vote Up Vote × About jaycam, RN Psychiatric Nurse; from WA , US 2 year(s) of experience 1 Article 459 Posts Share this post Share on other sites