One thing about having this blog is I will be able to post my thoughts and feelings (which is something I'm not the best at doing). It's taken me quite some time to figure out where exactly to start with this intro so I'll give as quick a recap as I can of the past 3 years I guess to start...
I was a sophomore dorming in college, with nursing as my major and going through a phase. I was trying to prove that you could be a nursing student and still have a life and party and do all that fun stuff. As it proves, it is possible...just not for me. I partied and partied and partied and partied some more on top of that because I had a point to prove. The one part of the equation that I forgot was the student part and at the end of the semester I failed out of nursing school. Now when I say "failed" I mean failed according to that nursing school's standards which was getting a grade below a C+ in 2 nursing classes in one semester. Being the lucky person that I am, I managed to pull 2 C's in both the nursing classes that I was taking which made the failure even more painful because I was so close to staying in but just missed it. (I still managed to get A's in my other 3 classes and got a 3.3 gpa that semester)
Now one thing to know about me is that I am Haitian, and as any Haitian child (children of Haitian immigrants and not Haitian Americans) knows any form of bad behavior or bad news is a death sentence waiting to happen. In my case, I had to go and mess up in the one area that means the most to them. If Haitians could worship anything more than life itself it would be education. So you can imagine just how scared I was at the thought of telling my parents. Long story short, That spring semester was the last semester dorming, my last semester at my school, and my last semester of knowing what it felt like to be released from the Haitian parent vice grip.
The next struggle was what to do next. I took on Psychology as a major for the spring semester because I needed to declare something, but I was looking into other schools and nursing programs in the meantime. I still wanted to pursue nursing but every nursing program I applied to or asked information about did not accept "dismissed nursing students" as they called it. I got rejection after rejection and apology after apology and still had no idea what I was going to do for the fall semester. I think that process was a big wake up call for me because at that point I realized maybe this might be the end of my nursing career. But by the grace of God, I got accepted into a CUNY school and was able to apply, and after completing a few prerequisites, be accepted into their nursing program. After all the hard work, rejections, arguments between me and my parents, and just utter confusion, I was given a second chance. Life had meaning again which brings me to my current place in my second semester of nursing school and I couldn't be happier.
Even though I went through a tough time, it made me a better and more focused person. I still party and go hard all day every day, just over winter and summer break lol. I don't want to jeopardize my place in this program for anything.
Looking at this post, I definitely tried to make it short but this is the best I could do considering I cut out a lot of the drama, fighting, and weeks of insecurity and cold shoulders from my mom. Overall I've definitely learned my lesson and am taking everything one step at a time.
I'm a work in progress =)
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