I certainly never studied in my cap. But hey! I have it right here in the closet! I could wear it around the house!
You think I’m kidding, don’t you?
I just realized that the green and gold on the cap match my Notre Dame jammies!
Not that I would wear those things together.
When I study I’m sprawled out on the floor with texts and articles and computer and diet Pepsi and notebooks and my headphones on playing ocean sounds to help me focus.
As much as I love studying, I’d rather blog!
These were my textbooks and I was so proud to “graduate” to the next color in the series!
I surmised that by the time I made it to college, I would be reading books that were much more difficult.
One would hope, anyway.
My suspicions were correct. When I began my nursing education, the textbooks could have been written in Greek, for all I knew. The concepts were complex, Sr. Roy’s nursing theory could cause semi-permanent strabismus, and I discovered that trying to study nursing theory in-between acts at a Day on the Green concert while drinking screwdrivers was not conducive to retention.
But I managed to absorb the material and I graduated (obviously).
Then I decide it is time to finally get my BSN.
Three decades had passed since I laid eyes on a nursing textbook.
Oh, I would read journals of course. And take continuing education classes.
I even took a full year of art history, two years of piano/music theory, a semester of paralegal studies and a semester of literature during that time.
I was challenged in all these areas, but I loved it.
Hamlet rocks, by the way.
So I begin my baccalaureate education in nursing. Heavy topics. Theory. Leadership. Public health.
Only I find myself wondering if there is something wrong with me, because with all due respect to Mickey Mouse, I have invoked his name on numerous occasions as I try to describe my texts.
I’m in a university. I’m taking upper division nursing courses.
Yet my textbooks read like they should be entitled “My Little Nursing Story Book”. Seriously, are these things written at the eighth-grade level?
In case it isn’t totally apparent, I am no genius, but I’ve read Cherry Ames novels that were more challenging.
Aren’t these texts written for professional nurses? Why are they “speaking” to me like I don’t know the nursing process from a hole in the ground?
Then I figured it out.
These texts aren’t for nurses who have returned to school for a higher degree. They are written as basic texts to be taught in basic nursing courses to students who are just learning the profession.
This presents a rather interesting conundrum. As nurses flock en masse to RN-to-BSN programs, there will be a need for nursing texts that are aimed at experienced, professional nurses who have a baseline knowledge backed by years (decades!) of experience.
Do these texts exist? I haven’t seen them. Does anyone even realize there is a need for a tailored, advanced approach to those of us who already have “RN” after our names?
Let me give you one example of what I am talking about. This is a partial first sentence of an actual text, from the chapter I am now assigned to read. The topic is home health.
- “The purposes of home health services are to provide nursing care to individuals and their families in their homes…”
That totally floors me!
I thought home health nurses were supposed to play checkers with the patients and let them win.
And then I can’t figure out why I have trouble taking the rest of the text seriously.
A basic nursing text is not appropriate for nurses advancing their education.
See Kim. See Kim read. Hear Kim sigh.
No wonder I’d rather blog.