Fall Semester
I've really been dreading fall semester. I just got out 2 weeks ago, and I'll be right back in school in 3 weeks. It's that suffocating feeling of never having enough time to study and wishing I could quit my job. However, today I had lunch with one of my classmates, and it got me a little bit excited again. We were discussing what it might be like this year. Although I'm sad that 7 of my classmates didn't make the grade last semester, I'm really looking forward to doing pediatrics and labor/delivery this semester.
Hopefully, I'll at least be able to get a clue if I want to specialize in those areas. I'm still thinking of going to Vanderbilt to do one of their 2-track graduate programs, or maybe I'll just stick to one. I'm positive I don't want to be an anesthetist. I think family practitioner would be the most versatile. And women's health and midwifery are still on the table. I don't think I want to do forensics or pathology; although both sound fascinating. I don't think flight nurse would be the thing for me, but trauma does have a certain exciting element to it. I have only had 1 day in the ER so far, and the most exciting case we had was an individual brought in by the police because of a dislocated elbow which occurred when resisting arrest. So I guess I'm still searching for clues on which direction to go. It would be just the coolest if God would give me an audible on this.
I still have my dream sitting on the back shelf, guiding my inclinations. I don't know if I've ever written about it on my blog before, and I don't feel like going back and looking through all those entries; so if you've read it before, just skip it. My dream is what guided me into choosing nursing in the first place. I wanted a career that would allow me to travel, particularly on mission trips. I've considered some kind of AIDS work in Africa, or maybe the mercy ship. I figured that a practitioner or midwife would be much more useful than just an RN. Strangely enough, I ran into an RN from another university who was doing that very thing on one of my rotations last semester. He went on the mission field as an RN, but decided to come back and become a family practitioner so he'd be able to do more good. It felt like a weird confirmation to my thinking in a sense.
While the mission thing appeals to me, I'm just mercenary enough to want to be able to fund my retirement. So I've come up with a scenario where I spend 2 years abroad then 2 years at home making money. Of course, I really have no idea how realistic I'm being as I haven't even looked into what's "out there."
I've also considered the travelling nurse programs available in the states. It would be an awesome way to figure out where I want to live. I just feel myself being pulled away from Kentucky one way or the other. Isn't that just contrary of me? Everybody else my age is putting down roots, and I'm dealing with itchy feet. So what if I'm not normal? I'm going to live my life to the fullest!
Hopefully, I'll at least be able to get a clue if I want to specialize in those areas. I'm still thinking of going to Vanderbilt to do one of their 2-track graduate programs, or maybe I'll just stick to one. I'm positive I don't want to be an anesthetist. I think family practitioner would be the most versatile. And women's health and midwifery are still on the table. I don't think I want to do forensics or pathology; although both sound fascinating. I don't think flight nurse would be the thing for me, but trauma does have a certain exciting element to it. I have only had 1 day in the ER so far, and the most exciting case we had was an individual brought in by the police because of a dislocated elbow which occurred when resisting arrest. So I guess I'm still searching for clues on which direction to go. It would be just the coolest if God would give me an audible on this.
I still have my dream sitting on the back shelf, guiding my inclinations. I don't know if I've ever written about it on my blog before, and I don't feel like going back and looking through all those entries; so if you've read it before, just skip it. My dream is what guided me into choosing nursing in the first place. I wanted a career that would allow me to travel, particularly on mission trips. I've considered some kind of AIDS work in Africa, or maybe the mercy ship. I figured that a practitioner or midwife would be much more useful than just an RN. Strangely enough, I ran into an RN from another university who was doing that very thing on one of my rotations last semester. He went on the mission field as an RN, but decided to come back and become a family practitioner so he'd be able to do more good. It felt like a weird confirmation to my thinking in a sense.
While the mission thing appeals to me, I'm just mercenary enough to want to be able to fund my retirement. So I've come up with a scenario where I spend 2 years abroad then 2 years at home making money. Of course, I really have no idea how realistic I'm being as I haven't even looked into what's "out there."
I've also considered the travelling nurse programs available in the states. It would be an awesome way to figure out where I want to live. I just feel myself being pulled away from Kentucky one way or the other. Isn't that just contrary of me? Everybody else my age is putting down roots, and I'm dealing with itchy feet. So what if I'm not normal? I'm going to live my life to the fullest!
posted by Sara | 1:05 AM
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