Initially, I chuckled at the comment, not giving much weight to a statement I heard through the proverbial grapevine. To be fair, this particular instructor probably didn’t mean that in the literal sense after all, how would you even be able to recognize a “C” student from an “A” or “B” student in the first place? Is there some scarlet letter nurses are expected to don, alerting patients of their leper status? Should there be a big, fat C STUDENT addendum located conspicuously on the diploma? This instructor, who was possibly trying to be encouraging while extolling the importance of maintaining high GPAs, told the class,”C’s make degrees but I wouldn’t want a ‘C’ nurse treating my family.” Ouch. At one point in the conversation, after I had lamented about the fact that I was no longer an “A” student, the nurse looked at me and told me a story about an experience she had with a professor when she was just a lowly student. We commiserated on the trials and tribulations that embody nursing school and how much damn effort goes into merely staying afloat. Now please tell me which orange you’d pick…either way…you’re WRONG.Ī few weeks ago while I was at a clinical rotation in an ICU, I ended up chatting with a nurse who was a semi-recent graduate of the same college I am attending.
*in case you’re wondering about those memes that poke fun at “while that answer is correct, it’s not the most correct,” I am here to tell you they are absolutely spot on. The tests are beyond difficult, the amount of reading material is insane, and oh, the studying…the studying is LIFE CONSUMING. Even basic math seems like a foreign language when presented through the nursing school scope. Every new concept seems more convoluted then the last. While I’ve always considered myself a decently smart human being, I have never before in my entire existence felt as stupid as I have through nursing school. Yes, I may have embellished just a tad, and yes, I am a firm believer in working hard for what you want…but God bless it, I truly had no idea what I was getting myself into. You see, when I said earlier that nursing school was hard, I really wasn’t being facetious.
If getting into nursing school was one of the biggest accomplishments in my life, then graduating from nursing school will prove to be my magnum opus. It’s like being thrown into the ocean, with no life preserver or help in sight, while trying to tread water with a cement block tied to your ankle as ravenous sharks circle nearby. It’s the kind of hard that makes you question your sanity (especially during the psych chapters)…the kind of hard that basically tests your personal fortitude on every. It’s the kind of hard that you can’t really understand unless you’ve gone through the bleak journey of despair and struggle yourself. Like, harder than I could have ever, in my wildest, craziest, non-sensical dreams even imagined.
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