I checked the mail yesterday in my pajamas. Since most of my pajamas already look like scrubs, and vice versa, I don't feel too self-conscious about going out in them. Anyway, I went to check my mail yesterday morning with Sam in tow. A band of Merry Mexicans were hacking and pounding away on my building, taking off the old shingles and putting on new ones.
I'm sure Bloated Single Mom was really pleased about that. It went on for 2 days straight for the entire time there was daylight.
In my mail, I got a couple letters from my alma mater. One was for some sort of alumni banquet that I won't even go to. The other was from the nursing department. Curious, I opened to see what it was.
Apparently, there is some sort of glitch in their computer because it thinks I am still trying to apply to get into nursing school. It outlined that there are over 3000 applicants, and they only take 130-160 students per year depending on how many teachers they have to actually teach them (which is the honest to God reason why there is a nursing shortage...schools just aren't staffed to crank them out fast enough).
The letter went on to blather about how the Nurse Entrance Test will only be given this academic year to those who submitted for eligibility by an April date of this year. Yikes! I can almost hear the screaming of pissed off people who are going to have to wait at least all of 2007 until they take the NET and might not even get to take it until 2008.
Thank goodness I don't have to go through all that circus-hoop jumping anymore. Just even thinking about that whole process of getting accepted into the nursing program, and going to nursing school itself was enough to cause me to break out into hives. I was itching for the remainder of the day.
Nursing school = some form of punishment for something awful I did in a previous life.
At least when I bridge to a BSN, most of it will be online classes. Maybe someday, I can go back and teach in a nursing program. It would be something to do during the week. Or maybe when I am old and can't stomach being a floor nurse anymore. Maybe I can be referred to as one of those old dinosaur nurses who "just don't know what it's like in the real world". Nah, I'd just be an asshole.
The new chair of the nursing program is one of my old clinical instructors. She's an awesome lady, but I remember her most for barfing bad Chinese on another student during clinicals. Everyone got to go home early that day. Hee!
Ahh...the memories. It almost makes me sad I wasn't blogging during nursing school. There were some fun stories.