Friday the 18th I had my BIG interview for nursing school at the one and only program I applied to. My parent's actually drove me up, which, at first, I was kind of against, because I didn't want anyone seeing me roll up with my ma and pa and think, "Oh my God, this chick is almost 24 and can't go to an interview without her parent's?!" but, in the end, I was really relieved they drove me because I was a nervous wreck! And, no one saw them, anyway.
The campus is an hour and 10 minutes from my house and I zoned out in the back seat the entire ride there. I had never seen the campus and was pleasantly surprised by how beautiful it is! It very much reminded me of UD and I kind of felt like I was going home. I arrived 20 minutes early, so they offered to give me a tour of the lab. Y'all, this made me SO excited! The facilities are gorgeous, everyone was incredibly friendly and welcoming and I just got good vibes the entire time I was there. Which is probably a really good thing considering I could, potentially, be spending 14 months of my life there.
The tour also helped calm my nerves, so by time they called me back for my interview (with two women), I was feeling really confident. Some questions they asked were:
1. What do you think a nurse is?
2. Why do you want to be a nurse?
3. What have you done to prepare yourself for nursing school?
4. Why now?
5. What are you willing to give up for the program?
Blah. Blah. Blah.
I have no clue what my answers were because I truly just spoke from the heart and it was all kind of a blur afterward. BUT, they seemed to really like my answers and the conversation flowed so well. I had heard that these two women would be hard to read and I'd have no feel for how the interview went... but, that wasn't the case. I felt really good after the interview, like we all clicked, and that my answers were what they were hoping for, which is great, because none of them were contrived responses to makes me look better. Actually, lately, I had been really freaking out about the decision I've made to be a nurse. I was starting to doubt my decision, thinking I've wasted two years of my life, that I have NO clue what I want to do, and I'm just a hot mess. But when I got in there and answered the questions easily, I realized just how much I really do want to be a nurse and how happy I am with my decision and hard work.
So I'm being cautiously optimistic, but I'm really hopeful that they loved me as much as I loved them and that around April 1 (AHHHH SO SOON!) I get a letter of acceptance. If I don't get in, seriously, please say prayers for me like you've never prayed before, because I truly, 100 %, have no back up plan and no clue where I would go from here. And that? Freaks. Me. Out.
A week. That's all I have left the sit on the edge of my seat. After two years it comes down to SEVEN DAYS. Girlfriend needs a cocktail.
Sorry if this post is all over the place, I'm doing, like, 4 things at once.
Double sorry for being such a terrible blog friend lately. I've done little to no reading, zero commenting, and even fewer comment replies. I need to get a better grip on things!