This looks like an ad in the back of “movie magazines” like Photoplay. Anybody else remember “Photoplay”? Or am I hopelessly dating myself with that question?
Wish someone had told me, I just finished three years!
Learn at home…
Gee, I guess they were ahead of their time where online classes were concerned!
(P.S. For the rest of you old folk that remember Photoplay, wiki says it folded in 1980 and the staff went to “Us” Magazine.)
Change of Shift will be hosted by The Muse, RN this Thursday. There is a theme, so be sure to check the site! Submissions will be accepted up until Wednesday evening and can be sent to “themuse at themusern dot com”. You can also submit via Blog Carnival.
I cannot shake this feeling that something needs to be done.
Something is due. An assignment. A paper.
It’s like having phantom limb pain – I’m having phantom assignment pain!
But nothing is due! I made it! I can now officially write “BSN” after my name! As of the 15th I am a graduate of the University of Wisconsin – Green Bay Program in Professional Nursing.
I actually haven’t seen my new title in writing yet, so I’ll write it here:
Kim McAllister, RN, BSN
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout!
It actually took awhile to sink in, because the accomplishment was overshadowed, briefly, by a huge disappointment.
I did not get into the PhD program at Davis.
Talk about feeling like being dropped-kicked in the chest! I can’t describe it any other way.
So there I am, feeling smaller than an itteh bitteh kitteh without a committeh, when what should appear but the reason I was not accepted!
I was “not competitive” with other candidates based on my “Statement of Purpose/written work”.
Not only was I not competitive, but I was not competitive in the area I thought was my biggest strength!
And if I had any sort of an ego before, it’s now so small even Viagra couldn’t revive it.
So much for blogging being my ticket to nursing academia/nirvana.
So. The next step.
Well, it looks like I’ll need to get my PhD via the MSN route, and I am hoping to do that through Cal State.
Trouble is, the admissions are closed until next year.
Good lord, no school for an entire year?
What the hell am I supposed to do with myself?
They say when God closes a door, He opens a window.
The life of a NASCAR groupie is looking mighty good…but something tells me that’s not the open window He has in mind.