This past Friday, I went up to the Uconn-ish area to attend [Ben’s girlfriend]
Ashley’s Halloween party with Michael.
It was a shame we forgot our costumes.
Also on Friday I got my acceptance letter from St. Joseph College, which is basically my first choice “dream” school. So that made me pretty proud, but was immediately followed by a thousand questions.. and it seems that, judging by the way things are going right now, I’ll still be on a 3 year plan there, starting this spring. Which would bring my college career to a grand total of 6 wonderful years. And that is just for a BSN [Bachelor’s in the Science of Nursing].
Now the thing is, I kind of always kicked myself for taking a semester off to go to VT for a month, or for only going to classes part-time.. but then the other day Mike sort of shed a new light on all of that for me (without even realizing it, probably, which is why he’s so great).
In so many words, he told me that he liked that I wasn’t one of those people who graduated from high school and went straight to a state or private college that their parents paid for, [ad-libbed by me:] and most of whom now, on the brink of graduation, despise their majors. He said he felt like I was raised a little different and was given a different perspective on life because of it.
At the moment, I kind of passed it off as him trying to console me… but as the days wear on, I find myself thinking of that statement more and more.Who you are and what you want and who you want to be is completely different from 17 or 18 until 21. And that will continue to be ever-changing; we are constantly growing and gaining new insight about ourselves. I feel today, more sure about nursing and what and who I want to be than I ever have – there’s no longer the shreds of doubt we all have fresh out of high school. In the past 3 years, I could have settled for an easier degree with decent money, but I couldn’t. That wouldn’t be being true to myself, and if I’ve learned anything since graduation, it’s that above all I need to respect myself. I like working a “real” full-time job, and I loved going to VT for that month. Both of those things give way to who I am. My biggest fear is ending up old, boring and typical; not because I want to be “weird” or “different,” like all anarchy-punk-rock-down-with-the-man, but because I simply have never met someone who was old, boring, typical … and happy. And trust me, in my field of work, pretty much all I meet is old people.
So thanks, Mike. I no longer take what you said to me as an attempt at consoling me, but rather as a true, genuine compliment.. Perhaps the best I’ve ever received.