Semester Three--It Begins

I'm one day away from beginning third semester.

I graduate in May 2016.

It's been a busy summer; I completed two online courses to progress in pursuing my BSN, and thankfully earned A's. I also had a "medical" summer with a definitive diagnosis and treatment of the knee problems I bemoaned over all last year. Turned out to be a simple tracking issue, and after three hefty injections under my knee cap, I am more or less cured.

I also had my wisdom teeth out, which turned out to be the medical disaster of 2015, with dry socket and infection.

I briefly dated someone, but that ended nearly as soon as it began once I realized how incompatible we truly were. It still sucks, though. Break ups always do.

I worked full-time on a med-surg unit and am really incredibly grateful for such a wonderful, challenging, educational experience.

At academic advising on Thursday, my advisor told me this is reportedly the most difficult semester yet. Upon inquiry, I was told that more is expected from a third semester student, knowledge is to be already a given (ie: they're not teaching you what you should already know) and my skill set is taken up a notch with more acute care.

The first eight-ish weeks of the semester are mental health, a course in which I have absolutely no background in, There's also advanced pharmacology and then later on, in October, advanced concepts of med-surg.

Initial thoughts are a) fear of failure b) fear of the unknown. I go through this every semester, and thus far, I've successfully convinced myself all throughout that I am going to fail. There's no other way to look at it. I am the future Miss Nursing School Failure. (Have I mentioned that I'm neurotic?)

Clearly, my trust in God is lacking, because even though He's brought me this far, I doubt He'll continue on in His faithfulness. (Awesome).

I received multiple grants and scholarships, so it looks like I'll be graduating with no debt, which is fantastic.

I'll be house sitting for third semester for $200 a month (another answered prayer) and hopefully having an abundance of time to devote to my studies.

I cannot exactly anticipate what this semester holds. I'm just ready to jump in and (hopefully) pass.

Off we go.