I have been at NOVA for two full years and the time has finally come. I am moving on. At the end of this semester, I will have completed my Associate of Science degree. Now, I am in the midst of nursing school applications. So, to celebrate, here is a list of the top five things I hate about this process.
- I never feel good enough. No matter how good my grades are, I wish they were better. No matter how much I like my essay, I think it could be better. No matter how great my work experience is, I know it could be better. Have you read the statistics on transfer students accepted into Georgetown University? 10% acceptance rate. Yikes!
- Online applications make me nervous. Did I save my information? Did I type everything in accurately? Can I save this and come back later? DID I JUST SUBMIT AN INCOMPLETE APPLICATION? Ack, technology! It makes me feel old.
- Speaking of old, I feel old. When I look at the websites of the schools where I am applying, I see these gorgeous, fresh faced co-eds, beaming at the camera and slinging their eco-friendly messenger bags from side to side. I get it, those are marketing materials. It is likely that I won’t be the only slightly graying, tote-bag carrying 30-something on campus. Then again…
- Holy application fees, Batman! Between application fees to the universities, application fees to the nursing schools and fees for the entrance exams, I am in hundreds deep for each school! That might be the status quo, but it is a lot of dough for a shot in the dark school. Don’t get me wrong, I am still taking the shot, it just makes my wallet ache a little. (Ow.)
- I’m scared. Let’s face it, it all comes down to this one thing. I am scared. Up until now I have been safely pursuing some gen-ed requirements loosely geared towards nursing school applications, but those classes could lead me in a million different directions. Or, maybe 20, but who is counting. Anyway, now I take the plunge. I put it all out there into the internets, declaring my wish. I want to be a nurse. Please accept me! Please think I am good enough, and tech savvy enough, and young enough, and make my $250 investment worth it! Pick me!
UPDATE:
Wait, wait! Let’s make it a TOP TEN.
- Applying is way easier now than it used to be. Wonderful modern inventions such as the online application, which I know complained about earlier, are actually making the entire process so much easier! I recall having to type out letters asking for transcripts before, now I fill out an online form and voilà! Instant records!
- I am really proud of the work I have accomplished. My GPA is pretty darn good, and over the past two years I have challenged myself in ways that are completely new to me. I also found out how much I love Biology. Go Science!
- I am one huge step closer to my dream. This semester, I will earn my first degree. It has taken me a while to get here, but I have finally made it, and I could not be more proud.
- I have met some really amazing people on this journey. I have had the benefit of some really great classmates and some terrific professors. I have also reached out to a lot of people I didn’t really know before to talk about the health care field. I am so lucky to have an amazing network of friends and colleagues who have helped me carve out the path in front of me.
- I am going to be a nurse! At the end of this process, I will be in nursing school. I don’t know which one, but I have faith that everything I have done will get me to where I am going. No matter the outcome of this process, I will find a way to make my path.
I had to come back and update this post because frankly, my first five sound pretty miserable. Sure, it isn’t easy. I am scared, and insecure, and I second guess myself all the time. But at the same time, I am exhilarated and excited about where I am headed. I recognize that the fear comes from the fact that this is so important to me. I never second guess my decision to become a nurse. And, the excitement outweighs the fear, every single time.
Cheryl, I love this post. It made me laugh. It’s very honest, and I can say that there’s a slightly-scary (but a me-problem, nonetheless) moment when you realize you’re in the gray area of a being a thirty-something attempting to go back to school. Ten years removed from the spring in the step we had at eighteen, but not old enough to be set in our ways. Good work. Thanks for making me laugh this morning.
I wish you the best blessings with any shot in the dark you take.
Thanks Dan. Nice to blog with you.