Graduate School Here I Come...

I feel like I have struck GOLD. Ever since I graduated, and if we're being completely honest even a bit before, I felt so lost. No job, no direction what the hell was I to do with my life? I hate just sitting around feeling stuck, wondering what's next? I want to proceed and progress, you know? Graduating college was supposed to be just the beginning, and now I feel like it is.

I'm applying to GRAD school!!!

U of P is where I belong. It's where my life's path is taking me next. They have exactly what I want, and what I need. It's no secret that I never wanted to just settle for being a Registered Nurse. When I first started to even consider nursing as a career my very first thoughts never even went to Registered Nurse, right out the box it was Nurse Practitioner. And granted, throughout nursing school the exact type of nursing I would practice as a practitioner has changed, that general idea hasn't. At first I thought I wanted to work Trauma and therefore be an Acute Care Nurse Practitioner, but nope not for me. I mean don't get me wrong I love Trauma, and how it's all fast paced and adrenaline laced, not to mention the prestige and honor saying I'm a Trauma NP, BUT...

I love working with people during a happy and exciting time of their life. As an nurse practitioner in OB I'll be worried less about saving lives, and more concerned with bringing lives into the world. How awesome would it be to go to work and deliver babies every day for a living. That's so much more ME... In retrospect, I've always known this in fact this was my very first choice in nursing. I even did my high school senior project on Nursing in Obstetrics but somehow, over the years I let the dream get away from me. Until I had OB in college, and it all came flooding right back to me.

So back to U of P, I'm definitely applying. Through their grad school I can be exactly what I always wanted to be and I don't have to choose between my love of OB and Women's Health since their program will allow duel certification I'll come out being a Women's Health Nurse Practitioner, and a Certified Nurse-Midwife. How fucking perfect is that?! Please god, let me get accepted into this program!! I did my research and I have it all figured out, I'll work and go to school part time for the next 3 years and I'll have my Masters by 27. Not bad huh???

My minds made up, and I am sooo excited.... Now all there's left to do is get accepted. ***Thinking positively***

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SHIT!!! The only hole in my otherwise perfect plan: Going to that particular Grad School requires me to be here @ least another 3 years... Is it worth it?

College Graduate

Sooooo bored.

I hate life post graduation. I need a job, being broke and staying home bored day in and day out isn't really going to work for me. So far the only thing I have to look forward to is possible getting trained in home dialysis for my brother starting next month. Definitely something impressive to add to my resume which hopefully will propel nurse recruiters and nurse managers every where to seek me out and hire me.

All I know for sure is that I can't take much more of things as they are I WILL promptly go INSANE. >:(

Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

Graduation is downright depressing. How can I be excited and happy, when come May 16th I am going to be a straight up bum...with a degree. There's no bright and promising future for me, I don't have a job. So I graduate and then what... I work at WaWa? That's that bullshit. Like what the hell am I supposed to do for money? How am I even supposed to take the effin NCLEX if I don't have the $200 it costs to pay for that shit?

And I'm supposed to be happy? For what? I would totally stay in school another year if it meant come 2010 I'd be graduating with a job. I have like nothing to look forward to. I'm supposed to be starting my life and instead I'm just going to graduate and be stuck. All progression pretty much ends with that. Yeah graduations a hilight, and climax of my life...but then what? I come crashing back down to reality where I'm a broke unemployed bum? I'm not happy this sucks. Fuck my fucking life, and this stupid ass economy!!!

Discouraged

I'm hyperventilating. I'm pretty much done with classes, graduation is about a month and some change away, and I still do not have a job. In the words of Tim Gunn, "this concerns me". I have an interview on Thursday, but I am like so discouraged. I want the job, but whether or not I'll get it is an entirely different story. All that think positive mumbo jumbo is going right out the window, I really doubt that I will get it. And with the week I am having I really cannot afford to waste time.

I'm going to go, I'm going to kick ass (I hope) I just hope it makes a difference. Like don't tell me I interview well, and then never call and/or turn me down for the job (ahem...clevelend!) I really don't want to get jerked around this time. I have been praying like crazy for G-d to send me a job offer, and then comes the phone call from this recruiter, so I hope this is it.

It will totally suck not to graduate with a job. And my mom made a good point, if I know where I'm going and what I'm doing that can kind of give people an idea for graduation gifts...like MONEY and stuff for my apartment, which I'm most definitely going to need. I'm just tired. Please g-d let this job be it. I don't know how much more I can take of this.

Bitch Fest...

I know I haven't been visiting and writing as much but life is all around pretty sucky right now. Well not really, but for this past week I've been feeling like ick, and before that I was just to damn busy. Maybe it's the weather, but I'm feeling hella depressed all of a sudden. I swear I have SAD (seasonal affective disorder), no joke. When the weather sucks, I pretty much suck right along with it. Anyhow I'm definitely feeling a little OWL. I'm broke, I'm lonely, and I'm hella stressed and annoyed about almost everything. A bitch on wheels is what I feel like.

It's a huge cycle of wretchedness. Like I need money so I need to work, but I hate my job, and I also don't really have the time to make the money I need anyhow, and I don't want to work those kind of hours anyways because I hate the whole atmosphere of TJ. But then it's like when I don't work I have to hear my mom bitch about devoting her whole check to bills, and paying for this and not having the money to pay for that and I mean I want to help but how can I when I have my own stuff going on, like bills, senior year, conventions, vacations, job searching.

Which brings me to my next point...grr, job searching. This fucking economy has even us nursing students STUCK. Like since when do nursing majors have to scrap for jobs? In the past hospitals used to be at our feet begging us to come work for them, throwing all kinds of incentives our way to get us in the door. Well those days are long gone, much to my dismay. I hate telling people I graduate in May and the next question out of their mouths is "Do you have a job yet?" Ummm....a big fat no!! I wish. I'm whoring myself out to every hospital, applying for units I have no interest in whatsoever just to find someone anyone who will take me. I honestly cannot graduate and not have a gig. I really and trully cannot afford it. And I mean school is drawing to a close quicker than I want to even acknowledge. It's all one big suckfest. And through it all I'm still trying to stay positive. Still trying to bust my ass and git r done, but I don't know. On days like this it all gets to be just a bit overwhelming...and I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulder. Er.

Even my friends are starting to bother me, lord knows for the past two weeks I've been really wanting to KILL Cady. She's such a loud mouthed, attention craved BUTINSKI and I swear its been irking my SOUL. I love her to death but with the way I've been feeling I'm really not feeling her as of late. And I really haven't been wanting to mention it aloud but I'm really feeling lonely too. Like I want to be in love. With a girl, because God knows a boy just doesn't do it for me, romantically on that level...at least of late. The Officer I met that time at work called me some time ago, and I mean I could have feigned interest in him just to be involved with someone, but in my mind I know there's no chemistry and I just felt like ew, I don't really want to be in a relationship with a dude right now. Does that make me bisexual still? I don't even want to think about. It's just problems on top of problems. And I think I've bitched enough so I'm going to just leave it at that for now. Hope I can come back next time in a much better mood, with even better news.

Saving Face

I think my mom knows I like girls... She might not admit to it, or ever speak it aloud, but deep down inside I'm pretty sure she knows. That scares the shit out of me. I don't want her to know. EVER. The only way I'd feel comfortable with her knowing that I love la ladies, is if she could somehow find a way to be TOTALLY cool about it. To accept, and love me just the same. Only if, her knowing that I'm into girls was as if someone had told her I liked the color pink. No big deal, nothing for her to even bat an eyelash at.

This of course, will never EVER happen therefore I never EVER want her to know. I love her, I don't want her to hate me. Or to be ashamed of me, and what I am. I mean I sort of get the short end of the stick having to hide who/what I am, always living on edge terrified of her finding me out, but besides all of this I like our relationship just the way it is. I don't want it to change. And her knowing for fact that I am into females would change EVERYTHING. Who needs it? That's why I simply want to fade away to another state perhaps far across country, and live out that part of my life with her being absolutely none the wiser.

DENIED!!!

What it all boils down to is this: today I got rejected. The Doc called me and stopped beating around the bush, she gave me one big fat NO. I am not approved for kindey donation. It hurts. And yes, I did cry but I guess in the long run everything happens for a reason and this is what's best. They don't want to take one of my kidneys and risk that my kidneys may fail somewhere down the line. Especially because they have no idea whatsoever regarding the reason my brother's kidneys failed, and because I myself am spilling protein in my urine (which isn't normal) and again they don't know why. Whatever. I'm sad, but I am sort of ready to put this whole kidney business behind me I guess. I just want my brother to get a kidney and be healthy again. Can't be mine, so that sucks. But there's a bigger picture involved, so that's how it is and that's how it's going to be.

Earlier, after the doc called, and in between tears I got to thinking... the saddest thought ever. I am a kick ass sister, and daughter. I fought so hard to give my brother this peice of me. It hurts me to my soul that I can't. I have so much love for him that I would give him an organ, without question and yet... deep down inside I know that if he or my mom were to ever find out that I like girls, none of this would even matter. They'd hate me regardless. How fugged up is that? Now that this kidney drama has commenced (as far as I'm concerned) I have to seriously get back towards looking for a job. I have to get away. I have to move out on my own, to be the person that I truly am. I'm dying here, hiding and lying about who I am. I want to create my own life, and surround myself with people who love me regardless of who/what I am. I cancelled my California interview, but tomorrow I'll call and see what's up with Ohio State, and keep trying with National Children's Medical (my new first choice).

Man sometimes life can really throat punch the shit out of you. :(