Second was spent realizing things I never knew I needed to take a step back and reevaluate. With many different things going on the semester, it was the first one in the hospital, the first one of feeling somewhat like a true nursing student who can go into a patients room and help them with basic needs of care. I also saw during this semester what true and real friends look like. Won't be making that mistake again.
Third semester was weekly hospital clinicals and I was realizing that, maybe some things happen for a reason that we can't exactly understand. I started off with a few friends, but in the end, I got the ones who will help me through anything. Here is my first confession. I failed my third semester. I failed it by .1 of a point. Yes, you read that right and I'll even spell it out for you. point. one. of a point. I met with my instructor, cried my eyes out with her and just hugged her thinking god, if I had just done one point better on something then I wouldn't be here right night. If only if only. That's all that was in my head. It's been one day since I saw my grade, and in that one day I've been through a lot of things I never want to go through again.
In doing this .1 fail, I had to ask God to push me through one of the hardest points of my nursing school career. I wasn't the only one, in fact, two of my close friends are in my boat as well. God has a purpose for me and I just need to take it for what it is and go back into this next semester even stronger and better than ever.
Nursing school is one of the hardest things you can put yourself through, it has been for me. High school didn't prepare me in even the smallest way for this. But then again, that high school was a joke to begin with so I'm not sure it would have helped my anywhere.. My advice? Stick to your guns. Stick to them and no matter what you will come out on top. I've had a hard 48 hours. I studied my brains out for that final and missed it by an inch. I took the test. I got my grade. And now here I am, writing about how I missed a class by .1 of a point.
Things happen for a reason. I hope that I can come back on here in the next couple of mouths and rejoice in the fact that I passed this class and defeated it.
Now I'm going to take my instructors advice (and let me tell you, I really love this women) and I'm going to go treat myself to something.
Talk to you soon,
E.
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