Semester Two, Week Eight

On my final evaluation for clinicals this week, my instructor wrote "don't forget where you started."

Thursday afternoon, I went back to where it all began.

I remember thinking years ago how all of this was impossible. When I completed my EMT program in 2009, it filled me with such pride, and yesterday, I ventured back to my old school, where my love of medicine was cultivated.

Where it all began

I ran into my former instructor who, astonishingly, led me into his classroom to introduce me to the current set of students working to obtain their goals. He told them I am proof that it does get better. My heart swelled with pride, as little ol' me was able, actually able, to give bits of wisdom.

Some days, I can't believe that I'm here. I'm in nursing school. I'm doing it. And I love it so much.

I also took a trip to the Starbucks I used to study at, meet my biology tutor at, dream of what it'd be like to be in nursing school at.

It was in this seat, that I dreamed. So, it seemed like an appropriate place to study for my Med/Surg final, which I am plum pleased to say that I passed.

Allow me to say it again:
I PASSED MED/SURG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What a beautiful feeling.

I've heard that three of my cohorts did not pass; were not successful. I can only imagine their heartache tonight. I'll know for sure next week.

Ob/Peds began today, but it was just a lab.

The real coursework begins Monday, where another 7 weeks of fun await me.

Can I do it again? Seriously, can I?

Giving it 100% once more.

:D