I started writing my admissions essay while I was on my flight back from the city. I had just spent four freezing days in Manhattan on a scouting/vacation trip, and felt more motivation and excitement than I had in a long time. My fingers tapped away as I wrote my introduction three times, and had a dozen half paragraphs with no solid ending. I had life flowing out of my fingers, and all I could do was hope; I had to write or I might explode. I had to get to this essay written before I changed my mind and lost my courage.
I’m sitting on my couch now in Manhattan, I guess the essay went over well. I was admitted my last day of the Spring semester, a fine day to finally close the door on my community college experience. I cried as I read the email, I cried as I told my sister and my mom and my Spanish professor who had written my recommendation letter. I couldn’t believe it was actually true!
I’m finding now that being accepted was just the beginning. Now I actually have to work for what I want. I put so much energy into getting accepted, moving across the country, finding a new church, meeting new friends, nailing down a job, and trying to live frugally in NYC, that I forgot I came here for school!
And, if I’m being honest, I must say the first few weeks of nursing school have been quite anti-climactic. Fireworks didn’t go off when I entered the building, and I’m sure they won’t the last time I leave, but I’m learning to enjoy the process, to appreciate the small steps. I’m learning to really appreciate the relationships, and the friendships that are starting to blossom. I’m learning to appreciate the early mornings and the pages and pages of reading.
It’s a process. I’m learning that. I’m trying to savor each moment because I know it will all be over so fast. My plan is to keep updating this blog with my experience in nursing school because I know even I will appreciate looking back on these posts in 15 months after I have walked across that graduation stage.