Sometime today — between completing some homework, cleaning up the apartment and cooking dinner — I’m going to start on my first real knitting project: a super soft 100% cotton yarn scarf in varying shades of green and brown. We shall see how it goes.
Truth. Keep that karma rolling.
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So, school is starting today. Only 39 credits stand between me and my Bachelor’s degree, after which I can launch into the real part of moving on and moving up.
Nursing hierarchy is interesting. I was able to get my Associate’s in four semesters plus an 8 week summer term. Steve is getting his Diploma in 17 months. Both of us will have to complete another two years to achieve a Bachelors (despite my having completed 2 years’ credits worth of a Bachelor’s in Journalism, and his having completed a four year degree in Mortuary Science). Despite all of that, between the three designations — Diploma, Associates, Bachelors — there is no difference in job description, scope of practice, or pay scale. An RN is an RN is an RN.
So, what’s the point?
Out of the four classes I’m starting today, all are the business side of nursing. Informatics, professional role, small group interactions, teaching/learning process. No anatomy, no technique, no clinical. Just some rounding out; that’s all it is. I’m not saying it isn’t important — I don’t believe the higher education system is so corrupt that I’d be taking classes just for the sake of taking classes, and there are a few assessment courses in the curriculum later on — but it’s definitely not where my interest in nursing lies. If I could have skipped straight onto Masters level I would have, though I still would have been required to take these classes. So I might as well break it up and avoid the universities who blend their RN to MSN right into Doctorates of Nursing Practice, which I have no desire to complete.
This first semester is going to be a trial of commitment I think, as I suspect I’m going to have to force myself to feel any excitement for what I’m learning. Maybe I’ll be proven wrong. It’s a long road I’m starting on here, complete with many unrelated personal milestones along the way.
In the end, every piece of it will have been worth it.
This is how Steven and I met.
Gratuitous pug photo of the week: Pugs in punk rock hoodies.
“As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.” ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Wedding dress inspiration.