Thursday, July 29, 2004

"Gentlemen, start your engines"

In two weeks school will officially start for me. School starts for the kids a little later on. There are so many things to do! I have to buy school clothes and supplies, get down to campus to buy books, and get into the studious mindset. I must admit, I have become complacent in my relaxed summer ways. For the past three weeks my children and I have enjoyed not having to be anywhere in particular. But sooner than later, our lives will be filled with rushing here and there making sure lunches are packed, homework is complete, and so on. This is the chaos that we know as normal.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Diva. I am thirty-two years old and a single mother of two. About two years ago on my thirtieth birthday I was depressed. I looked back over the disaster that I called my life and wondered what the Hell happened. I felt like a complete loser. I hated my job in corporate America. I decided to take a class or two at the local community college in hopes of becoming a nurse. Soon after I decided to go back to school, my job (that also happened to be funding my academic endeavors) terminated my employment. Before I knew it, I was a full-time college student. I went from community college to a four year university. Life has changed a lot since two years ago. I have learned so much about myself and what I can accomplish once I become determined.

I have decided to chronicle the ups and downs of my last two years of nursing school. I have already completed my first two years of nursing school on the baccalaureate level. To give you an idea what that means, I have completed medical-surgical nursing courses, gerontological nursing, psychiatric nursing, and all of the associated science courses. In the Fall semester, I will be embarking on my obstetrical/gynecological nursing and pediatric nursing experiences. I am excited about this semester because my intended area of concentration is women's health. Who knows, I may end up doing anything. Nursing is my passion. It is what I was always supposed to do. I know this is true because everytime I decide to quit, everything comes my opinion by way of divine intervention.

I am new to sharing my life with the whole world so please bear with me. I am taking 21 credit hours this semester, so I can't promise that I will be able to write often. My hope is that writing my experiences will be cathartic in a therapeutic way. I welcome any comments, and look forward to meeting people who aspire to do great things. And maybe in sharing my experiences, one person may take a leap of faith and try something new.