woot woot!

I just graduated from nursing school.

((It’s pretty awesome to finally be able to write that, by the way))

Now that I’m done, I feel like I’m supposed to have something very profound to say. I don’t really have anything profound, but I will tell you that a long time ago, I thought I might bawl my eyes out as I walked across the stage to receive my nursing pin/diploma. But I didn’t. Instead, I hugged Dr Jordan, who was an instructor and a sort of mentor to me, and she whispered, while handing me that wonderful paper, “great dress girl.” wow. I love that woman. But back to bawling. I mean, I thought I would cry because i was so happy and because seasoned nurse educators on the admission’s committee believed in me- thought I would make a great nurse, which is a true gift. This belief in me, makes me extremely honored to be joining the ranks of individuals who I find  to be the embodiment of  a beautiful convergence of compassion, intellect, self sacrifice, and grace.

I know that I have big shoes to fill.

“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.”

-Florence Nightingale