There are instances in my life when I just wake up in the morning, stare at the blank wall of my dormitory and say, "How did I end up in this mess?" Some people don't believe how the hell did I ended up taking nursing since I'm most probably happy go lucky and doesn't care about anything.
Really, I just remembered standing at the long line at SLU's library with my blank registration form. I was with my friends that time and as I was filling it up I asked my friend in front of me what's her course. "Nursing." she replied. I shrugged and wrote the same.
I took the test and then went home. A few months later I received three letters from the three schools I signed up for. I opened the one from UP Baguio, I passed my course AB Lit and Journalism. I opened the other one from UST and I also passed, Course: Accountancy. Then I opened the one from SLU and I was on the waiting list. -______-
I love literature and writing so imagine my excitement when I knew that I passed in UP Baguio. I was also pleased that I passed Accountancy in UST too, why Accountancy? I don't know either. I think back when I was in high school I love writing in those long yellow papers. And I enjoyed balancing debits and credits.
I showed my parents my results, and my mom said that I might not end up as a writer instead if I finished Lit or Journalism I may end up teaching English. (Or P.E.) Then my mom said we can't afford UST. So we went to SLU and yes I enrolled there.
Apparently students who are on the waiting list can enroll only to the AHSE Curriculum. That's what they're saying back then. So I study there for two years and be a caregiver or I finish Nursing in other schools. Okay. If that's what we can only afford then why not?
My first two years in college is hell! I cried every night because I wanted to go home. I don't want to live in dormitories and worry about who will wash the plates after I eat, much more who will cook my meals for me since I'm not a chef. Every night I cry and every night I call at home telling them how horrible college is.
And then I made friends and transferred to where my cousin is living so everything became less lonely. But that's not even half of it.
I can't understand why we have to memorize what bacteria look like. I can't understand why we have to take practical exams looking at microscopes and answering things like:
Name the bacteria seen on the slide:_________
What are the disease that this bacteria might cause: _________
As if I'm going to tell my patients, the type of bacteria that caused your disease looks like this.
I hated Microbiology with all my life and I don't see the reason why I got high grades that first semester. I was even on the dean's list. I think that brought out the competitiveness in me.
I was starting to compete and survive the quota even if I only belong on the waiting list. That's when Anatomy and Physiology came along.
I love the class really, what I hate is that heavy Tortora book I carry around with me everywhere I go!
There was also this subject called STS and we have an instructor who thinks that she is the smartest woman in the planet. She talks so fast that I don't even have notes in her class. When our final exams came, her questionnaire is point blank IDENTIFICATION. And she told us to review from the start. Who remembers her shit? I remember writing my name on spaces because I just hate seeing my test paper blank. I passed her subject.
Then came the moment of truth. Quota. We are 1,500 second year students and there will only be 500 of us who will grace to third year. I wasn't really hoping that I pass, since I was on the waiting list, but I wan't expecting that I fail either.
When my friends are already texting that they passed I knew right there and then I already failed. Because they never told me anything. Until someone texted me that I passed too. Imagine how relieved I am when I was told about it. But I wasn't really excited because I know that hell days aren't over. They are about to start.
Third year is hell.
I don't see why instructors are always insisting that I'm having a relationship with my best pal. He's gay people. -____- You can tell that he is. Unless you're that blind or you're just bored with your life that you find it interesting to meddle with someone else's.
And there's this also one instructor who talks so soft and is always making 'pa-cute' that I ended up not knowing some basic skills in nursing. Like back tapping for instance.
Like Anna, I also experienced the terror clinical instructors who wants to kill us of sleep deprivation because of NCPs and shit.
Especially those instructors who makes us recite our drugs/meds for an hour or so delaying things that can be done. Like take temperatures and stuff.
There's also this one instructor who tries so hard that she doesn't want any of us to have the same diagnosis. -______-
We are taking care of a different patient you moron. Supposed let's say that my prioritized problem is Airway Clearance and someone else copied the NANDA faster than I did, are you saying that I have to change mine to Sleep Pattern Disturbance just because someone already came up with my prioritized problem and write that on the nurse's notes?? What are you? Why did you come to our planet? Why are you breathing our precious air?
Fourth year is also hell.
I remember those days when we have our duties in La Union. Imagine yourself tired because you finished your 8 hour duty at 11PM and was able to reach your dorm at about 11:20 PM and sleep at around 12 MN and then wake up at 2 in the morning to catch the bus going back to Baguio. Arrive there at around three. Sleep and wake up at 6:30 because you have a 7:30 class with the most boring teacher in human history. MOST BORING EVER!
Luckily I survived college.
I did.
Even if there are many instances that I could have just given up, went straight home and enjoy my life as a complete no one.
But I didn't.
I finished college with flying colors. And when my graduation came it just hits me, God wanted me to become a nurse. I wanted to become a nurse too. Finally there's this one person that I wanted to become.
My pen could have ran out of ink while writing nursing as my course and while I was borrowing another pen I would've realized I want to take something else. I could've just enrolled to another school and take the entrance examination again. I might not pass the quota. There are so many things that might happen but didn't.
In the end, I became a nurse.
And I love it. (even if some patients are just asking me to fix their sink, TV, aircon and stuff.)
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