2nd Semester Blues

Today is day 2 of the second semester of nursing school. It hasn't been the greatest start to the week. Both mornings were trodden with snow covered roads and stupid drivers. Even though I left early, it apparently wasn't early enough either day. I was 20 minutes late both days. I hate being that person. I have always prided myself on being punctual to school/work and even though I know the last two days have held extenuating circumstances, I still don't want to be that annoying girl that always walks in the door late and disrupts everyone else trying to find her seat. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better drive.

The other thing is that nothing is organized, not too big a difference from last semester, just another annoyance to deal with. They divided us up into different lab groups so we don't get breaks at the same time. I will still see my friends in lecture on Mondays, but I am not in the same clinical group as any of them, so I won't see them any other day. It is a whole new ball game and I have to get used to all new people. I am hoping I will meet someone nice, but the one girl I have already met rubbed me the wrong way. Perhaps I did the same to her. I don't know. I just hope there is someone that I can get to know during this stent. I guess in reality though, I am not there to make friends, I am there to become a good nurse so I can have the career I want. Maybe it doesn't matter if I meet anyone new.

The instructors for the clinical part don't seem to know what is going on. They are nice, but the one I had today wasn't familiar with all the types of things we were working with and had to step away to ask someone else questions that even I could answer from having already worked with the stuff. Maybe I am being simple minded, but it seems like as an instructor, you would try to familiarize yourself with the supplies the class is using so you can properly teach.

I realize this is not a positive post. I feel like I should be more positive. All the same, I feel like I want this to be different. Maybe there is a blessing in all these things that seem unruly and chaotic. Maybe there is a lesson I am supposed to learn. Maybe it is okay to have to meet new people and maybe it is okay that the teachers seem a bit off. If nothing else, I know that one of the big keys to being a good nurse is learning to adapt and be flexible to different situations. Perhaps this is an opportunity to do that.