My Personal Experience : My Experience In Nursing School

“I spotted her heading for the shortcut path through the site area to check out the beach after she tossed the breakfast trash in the can across the street. That’s why I thought it would be a good chance for us to talk. I don’t want her to get upset again, either. I feel pretty crappy about what I did. I didn’t really think it out too well, did I? I’ve been wanting to get things off my chest for so long, I guess I turned into a pressure cooker and took the lid off too fast. Look, don’t misunderstand me. I could never do what you do. You know it, and I know it. You’re the reason I can work, and I’m grateful to you for that, and for standing by me when I went to nursing school. I need you, and I need your help. I could never finish raising Arlene

In order to reach one’s goal, the goal should be well defined, firm and the individual must be completely committed to attaining it. Pursuing a career as a Primary Health Care Nurse Practitioner has always been my driving goal throughout all my education and training since the age of seventeen. Over the past three years working within a Surgical Inpatient unit as a Registered Nurse, I have become aware of the lack of community resources and access to health care available in rural areas. This has inspired me apply to the University of Western Ontario’s Primary Health Care Nurse Practitioner program for the fall of 2014. After completing my Bachelor of Science of Nursing at the University of Western Ontario, I am certain that no other

Neither of my parents attended college, but my sister became a nurse and created a glass ceiling that I never thought I would be able to shatter. As I was pushed towards a nursing degree and told that it was “good enough” I failed and blundered through my first few years of college. I didn’t want to be a nurse and I knew that in my heart I wouldn’t be happy with the profession, so I took a break and became a nanny for a child with autism. I traveled the world with this little boy and after two years had passed I became more confident and ready to fight for my dreams.

I feel I was not successful in nursing 120 for the fall semester for a multiple reasons in regards to my personal life. I have always gone to college away from home and being at home for the first semester was a hard adjustment. I was accustom to only focusing on my college course work without having to deal with the reality of my home life. I had a difficult time balancing the stress from my home life and college work. I always had the support system of my mother and stepfather but during the beginning of the semester my parents separated. It was hard to deal with not having the support system of both my parents. I felt as if I had to be strong for my mother and pick up the responsibilities of my stepfather. The new responsibilities made

In the corner of the small hospital room stood a shy little girl. “You shouldn't be in here, honey”, my mother said as she nudged me out of the room where my grandfather lay dying. At the time, I couldn't understand the enormity of the situation. Ignorant to what was happening around me, my innocent mind fled with curiosity. The beeping of the machines and the soft quick steps of nurses captivated my attention. I was fascinated with this strange new world. This is the moment that sparked my desire to become someone great; a nurse.

What has surprised you? I think the most surprising thing about my nursing school journey has been how much I have grown and changed as a person in the past two years. I have become a much more assertive and direct person. I have a greater appreciation for the monotonous moments in my life and have learned how to not over think things and just to appreciate every moment and day for itself. Part of this group come about from clinical and part of it developed through my work experience as a nurse tech in the Emergency Department at Seattle Children’s Hospital. I personally have grown and learned a lot from the kids that I have worked with and its taught me the importance of slowing down and living in the moment. It’s also taught me that happiness is something that only you can determine. I feel that throughout all my clincials I have learned important life lessons from the people from every age and stage of life. All of these lessons have helped to shape me into a more compassionate, understanding, and better therapeutic communicator with my patients and have shaped my personal nursing practice.

My parents filed for divorce after 18 years of marriage. In addition to the expense of my parents’ divorce, there was a change in my family’s financial status. The pressure to get into an RN program was on high. I tried nursing programs at City Tech, at York, at Adelphi, and at LIU. It wasn’t my time for any of those schools. I took two semesters off, working full-time to help my mom

Past- During my tenure at Darton State College (DSC), I begin my freshman year wanting to become a Physical Therapist. I spent two summers before I went to college going to Shreveport, Louisiana to observe one of my mother’s best friends, Charles. Charles had his own practice in Shreveport and was practicum instructor for Louisiana State University’s Physical Therapist program. My goal while at DSC was get admitted into the Physical Therapy Assistant program offered at the college. After two semesters of prerequisites I was successfully admitted into the Physical Therapy Assistant program at DSC. However, after c my completing one semester in the program, I knew Physical Therapy was not my shown field. I wanted to go into the field mainly

Currently, I am seeking admission to South University for a Master’s Degree in nursing. The online program will help me achieve my academic goals and further advance my career. I have been searching for the right online graduate program that would fit my family needs and I have finally found the perfect school. In 2007 through 2009, I worked in a float pool department as a medical/surgical nurse in an acute care hospital. In 2009, I relocated to North Carolina and have been practicing nursing in a hospital setting, in addition to practicing in a skilled nursing facility and community. I have nursed patients back to health and worked successfully with my co-workers as a good team player. I have had a tremendous journey to become the nurse I am today: a compassionate and professional RN

I once heard someone say, “Find something you love to do and you’ll always be successful.” If you want to be in a field where you are continually learning, nursing would be the top pick. This paper will reflect the journey I have taken from Registered Nurse (RN) to Bachelor of Science in Nursing (BSN) with the incorporation of my learning objectives from my clinical course.

My main goal in life is to achieve a Bachelors Degree as a traditional student. Neither of my parents has done this and it would mean a lot to me. Both my parents worked full-time, with a family, and a home. I chose this goal because my parents have taught me to always strive for greatness and I believe that going to traditional school is the best choice for me. I plan on attending the University of Wisconsin- Platteville for the fall semester of 2018. I plan on achieving my goal by going to UW-Platteville for a degree in Mechanical Engineering. I have faced much adversity in my life. When I was born I had a Brachial Plexus injury. This consumed much of my early childhood. At the age of 1 week I started therapy and at 18 months I had surgery

Anything can happen at any given time. I was determined to know how to care for my family members as well as learn more about the disease itself. So I persuaded school for practical nursing, within this year I had committed to I went through a series of unfortunate events. The first semester I lost a friend to Diabetes Mellitus. She fell into diabetic coma and did not make it out. The second semester yet again I lost another dear friend, this time was suicide. Third and final semester I was already a wreck with what I already was going through then right before my last clinical check off I got hit with bad news. My aunt Terry on my father’s side of the family had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Despite all the negative events happening in my life I managed to graduate with a 3.5GPA, earned my practical nurse diploma and passed my exam from state boards of nursing.

     “Nursing is an art: and if it is to be made an art, It requires an exclusive devotion as hard a preparation, as any painter´s or sculptor´s work; for what is the having to do with dead canvas or dead marble, compared with having to do with the living body, the temple of God´s spirit? It is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts.” Spoken by a true nurse, Florence Nightingale; a pioneer of nursing and a reformer of hospital sanitation methods.

Expectations are defined as something that you believe will happen to you. Before nursing school, I had several expectations. Some of these expectations have shown to be very true while adapting to this new lifestyle. Other expectations have fallen to the waist side and soon were forgotten. At the time, they seemed to be very real. I expected to study, study, and study some more. I wanted the program to be challenging and prepare me to be a nurse. I expected to struggle financially because of having to reduce my days off work. I thought this would give me extra study time and I would make all As on every assignment. I hoped to form study groups to ensure that I would excel in making those grades. But, my most important expectation of myself was to stay organized and ahead on all assignments. I expected this to get me through nursing school.

After lunch I knew something was off. I should have known better I thought to myself. The teacher was talking, but I was not listening. The jolting pain shooting in my right wrist was currently grabbing my attention. I looked down, my wrist was slightly swollen and tinted red forming fresh bruises. At first the pain was tolerable, but any minor twist or turn affected the pain level immensely. Unprepared for the new aching in my wrist, immediate shouts of agony followed. My teacher, Mrs. Stephenson, immediately asked, “What’s wrong?” Looking up, my face was turning red, I didn’t know what to say. I knew the incident was foolish and could have been completely avoided. My lips were sealed from embarrassment. I didn’t say a word. Despite the