By Laci Sutton / Staff W
In the midst of all the chaos going on in the world right now, I figured we could all use a hint of positivity.
Now I’m not one to brag. However, I’m going to make an exception today.
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve dreamed of being a nurse. I’ve always been fascinated by the human body and the incredible things it can do. (I mean come on, we have the ability to grow another human being! That is mind-blowing!)
I have worked hard my entire life to get me to this moment. Last fall I took Anatomy and Physiology, It was both my favorite and most hated class. It took so much out of me, but I loved every second of it. Every minute of stress, fear of failure, and feeling of defeat on test days is worth it. This class was my first taste in my future and I loved it.
I came crawling through the end of the semester (passed all my classes, thankfully!) and it was finally time for reality. It was time for me to take the entrance exam for the nursing program.
I studied, stressed, and studied some more. My test day had come and to say I was freaking out would be an understatement. I was shaking in my boots, but somehow still managed to feel pretty good during the test…
Until I opened the science section. My heart dropped, and it felt like everything that I’ve learned had completely disappeared. (Thank you test anxiety, you’re the best!) I took a breath and told myself, regardless of the test results, I would survive.
As I get told on almost a daily basis, my panicking was for nothing. I was amazed at myself. I had passed my entrance exam! The next step was the actual application.
That process was simple. The not so simple part? The waiting!
Weeks of people asking if I’d been accepted, and weeks of telling them not yet. Weeks of wondering what the next few years were going to look like for me.
Finally, on a steady night at work, my mom showed upholding the fate of my future in her hands. Surrounded by the support of my incredible coworkers, and my mom, of course, I opened the letter…
Years of hard work, stress, and late nights were all reassured in the first seven words of the letter.
“The faculty is pleased to inform you…”
This is just the beginning of my journey. I have been accepted to start the nursing program here at Hutchinson Community College in the fall.
While it was done with my own merit, this wouldn’t be possible without the endless love and support of my friends and family. They are my backbone, and I probably would’ve had about a dozen more moments of panic if it weren’t for them.
I’ve never been more grateful for anything in my entire life, and that’s no joke. This is my dream and I’m so blessed with the opportunity to achieve it.