Feelin’ Groovy

What stress?

Stressed doesn’t even begin to describe how my summer has been.  Nursing school has been applied to so that’s not a real issue… paying for it when the promised scholarship through work has been cut due to lack of funding is a huge problem.  The last rerequsite class has also had to be dropped for a similar reason (different scholarship but same story).  So frustration all around. 

I had a great weekend taking time for myself and escaping the stress for a few days.  Not really wanting to go back to work or think about school.  But that’s what makes us grown-ups, right?  When I was going through my morning routine I was taken by surprise by the number on the scale.  I found not the usual 178-180 but a new number not seen in I have no idea how long. That’s right friends 175 popped up today! 

No, your eyes are not playing games with you.  A woman posted her actual weight for all the world to see.  I am that happy about this change!  I’m exactly 75 pounds down from where I started almost two years ago.  There is a bit of light in my gloomy little corner of the world.

75 pounds lost and not missed
75 pounds lost and not missed
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Step One Down

It's not like that I swear.

Remember waaaaay back when I said I was applying to nursing school? How about a little less on the waaaaay back side of things when I said every time I even thought about the application I would have a panic attack?  Consider that all behind me since just about ten minutes ago I submitted the first part of my application to the KU School of Nursing.  I say first part because it really is one of about three parts.

Part one: basic background information. 

Where I live.  That was an easy one.

What color am I? Well…. um…. yah… I cashed in on the tribal card my family historian managed to validate enough for me to receive.

What schools I’ve attended.  Easy enough.

What classes I took during every term I was in school in addition to those that I’m planning on taking as prerequisites.  WOW!  Hello transcripts!

Required “why I want to be a nurse” essay.  How to stand out from all of the people touting how many generations of nurses they have in their family and the ones that sing high praises of a special nurse in a particular time of need?  Let’s just say that I found my angle and until I’m officially accepted I’m not letting in on the secret.

References.  Even Hitler could find three people to say he was a good guy.  I’m super lucky that I’ve got some really great pharmacists in my corner pulling for me.

Pay up.  Done.  $45 later I have officially applied to nursing school.

Part two isn’t really anything I have to do so much as sit and wait patiently for the transcripts to be sent from my previous institutions to the company administering the application.  Caught that little “patient” word did you?  HA!  I can do it.  Really.  Ok maybe I need a hobby to keep myself from checking every ten minutes.

Part three is a written interview.  The site describes it as “a series of questions in which you have the opportunity to tell us about your written background and experiences”.  Not real sure on that but I like to write so it shouldn’t be too hard to come up with something that makes even a shred of sense.   Part three will cost me $60 too.

If you’re keeping tabs that’s $45 for the first part, $60 for the third part, and I forgot to mention that the transcripts have cost me $5.  Running total so far is $110.  Just to apply.  Have to love that.

I’ll keep you all updated as I find out my progress through these hoops.  Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Help Me to Help You

I finally got to try out Skype today.  My grandmother and mother tried to get me in on a video conference but apparently Skype doesn’t have the software for Mac just yet.  Oh well.  It was interesting.  I feel bad that much of what these two amazing ladies heard from me was typing.  I’m a multitasker ~online anyway.  I had a tab open for an email I was writing, some school research on a few more tabs, some stuff for the blog, as well as FB of course.  Grandma asked me what I was doing and I explained about the school work.  She asked me “what’s the end result”?  Of course the smarty in me immediately piped up with “an A in the class”.  But really she was asking me what I was working toward in my schooling.  Sadly the answer is Nothing.  I thought I was working toward getting accepted into a nursing program that work would pay for completely.  Until I kept having doubts ultimately resulting in a panic attack every time I tried to work on the application.  Apparently something is telling me that this isn’t the right choice for me, right now at least.

What do I dream about doing with my career?

I always worried for his poor chicken friend.

 

I really love cooking for people.  I’m not crazy enough to think that I would want to go into commercial cooking but personal chef is something that I really want to do.  Dinner parties for 6-60 no problem.  I’ve done parties for 4- 18.  Everyday cooking for a family with picky kids… again, no issue.  I eat and breathe cooking.  Not just the fancy Food TV garbage either… although that really should be considered porn.  If this sounds like something I can do for you (the cooking not the porn part) please talk to me.  I would love to help you.  Fancy or down home… I’m game.

I’m Not Dead Yet

So I’ve made it to midterm!  I’m hoping that my statistics teacher has forgotten that according to the calendar we are supposed to have a midterm project due in two days.  No mention of it anywhere on the site.  I’m not going to be the one to ask her about it either.  Shhhh.

Crazy that it is during this peak of brain-fried-fun that the college I willbe attending for nursing school is to post the timeline for applications for the fall 2011 semester.  Can you say Rock Chalk excitement?  So not only do I have to focus on this crazy 32 chapters of study in 7 weeks summer I’ve planned (and did I mention get A’s in both classes?) I get to try to figure out some super impressive essay wording.  Sounds like fun to me.  Ok well maybe not the 32 chapters of fun but I can really rock an essay… or four. 

Wish me luck.  I miss you all!