I have heard it said that we don’t choose our path in life so much as it chooses us, and over the years I’ve come to believe that’s true. As a young woman in college, I studied to become a teacher, just as my mother and grandmother had before me. In the fullness of time, I did become a teacher — a middle school teacher, to be exact — in charge of a roomful of rowdy preteens.
My Nursing Dream
Though I found great satisfaction in my work, I never quite felt like it was what I was supposed to be doing. From the day I started to the day I quit, I never felt entirely comfortable in front of a classroom. That’s pretty standard for first-timers, but a veteran such as I soon became shouldn’t have nerves to the extent that I did. I took it as a sign that I was meant to do something else, and I was right.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been interested in becoming a nurse, but I never took my dream seriously, and the timing was never right. After years of work in the school system, though, I was encouraged by some of my friends to seek out a degree in nursing.
The Educational Process
In learning to be a nurse, one is required to do clinical training, which basically provides you with hands-on experience as a “baby nurse.” They’re famously difficult, and I’ve never known anyone who could wake up before five in the morning and still make it to clinical, but for me they were worth it. I got a chance to see my dream in action, so to speak-when I was done with clinical, I felt like I had an idea of what it would actually be like to be a nurse.
That sort of training is important in any field, but especially in nursing. It’s a demanding career that isn’t for everyone, and before you commit yourself fully you’ll want to know as much as you can about. I had several classmates who dropped out as they gained more experience in clinical, but I fell more and more in love with the field. I’m looking forward to the many wonderful years as a nurse that I’m sure are ahead of me.