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After spending the majority of my day either slumped over my anatomy book or perched at my computer working on my research paper, I've finally decided to throw in the towel. And, since I worked so diligently today, I'm treating myself to a day at the beach with my lovely roomies tomorrow. Lord knows I could use the fresh air.
Everyone has told me how much college would change me and I'm really starting to see how right they were. I'm noticing the biggest change in my work ethic. Sure, I've always been a hard worker, but I could slack of in high school and get away with it. Now, all I seem to do is study. Hell, with the exception of my birthday party last Saturday night, I haven't been out since I went to Tampa to see Anna and that's so not like me. I used to be the type of person who would make the most of every weekend and have as much fun as possible. Now, my idea of the perfect weekend consists of me, my desk, and my studies. While everybody I know is out tonight celebrating the fact that we don't have class tomorrow, I've been sitting here all along taking anatomy notes and busting my ass on my research paper. I just feel so... disciplined. I know there's nothing wrong with that and I know that all of my hard work is going to pay off eventually, but before coming here in August, I never thought I'd turn into an all-out bookworm. I thought I would be making plans to party my ass off every weekend... but I'm not. As a matter of fact, I'm seriously considering driving back home this weekend just to have some peace and quiet to study for my two tests next week and to finish my research paper. I'm just so far from what I thought I would be at this point in my life, and I don't know whether I like it or not. I guess it all just has me scared because I'm growing up and I'm being forced to realize it now.
Anywho.
I signed a lease on an apartment for next year. It's pretty much right across from campus, so it's not like I have a long drive everyday to my classes... and wow, is it nice. It's brand new and the floorplans are amazing. Finally, I'll have my own bathroom, a full-sized bed and... a walk-in closet. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water, lol. Don't get me wrong, dorm life is a blast and I wouldn't trade my roomies for the world, but I can't wait to get into the apartment so I have more private space. I'm all about my alone time and I feel like I just don't get enough of it here in the dorms.
My placement interview/tuberculosis test for volunteering at Lee Memorial got pushed back a few days to Monday instead of Friday. I can't say that I'm not disappointed - I just can't wait to start at LMH - but Monday will get here soon enough and I'll be volunteering before I know it. I'll be honest: I've never been a huge fan of volunteer hours and I've always looked at them as somewhat of a chore, but I think that volunteering in a field that I'm passionate about is going to make all the difference. I've decided that I don't want to stick to one particular part of the children's hospital; instead, I want to get as much experience in every area that I can so I can figure out exactly what it is I want to do with a nursing career. I want to start off in maybe the birthday suites or in the "cuddlers" program since I love babies... but then, I want to get some footing in pediatrics, as well. I know they've got awesome volunteer and internship opportunities in virutally every area working with kids and babies, so I plan to take full advantage of this wonderful opportunity. I'm even halfway considering giving pediatric oncology a try, despite the fact that I've always said that oncology is a field that I could never go into. I realize that seeing the sweetest children in the world fight cancer is one of the most heartwrenching things out there, but sometimes you have to look past that. The doctors, nurses, and volunteers make such an impact on those kids, and if I could give just one of those kids a little glimmer of hope or something to look forward to, then I wouldn't mind giving it all a try.
I'm finally getting back into a good workout routine... thank goodness. I keep beating myself up over things that I can change, and I'm starting to realize that doing something about those things is 100 times better than sitting on my fat ass and just complaining. I'm not completely dissatisfied with myself, but there's tons of room for improvement... and basically, I just want to feel better about myself and about being in my skin. I guess it's just a girl thing, huh? =)
I'm out.
Everyone has told me how much college would change me and I'm really starting to see how right they were. I'm noticing the biggest change in my work ethic. Sure, I've always been a hard worker, but I could slack of in high school and get away with it. Now, all I seem to do is study. Hell, with the exception of my birthday party last Saturday night, I haven't been out since I went to Tampa to see Anna and that's so not like me. I used to be the type of person who would make the most of every weekend and have as much fun as possible. Now, my idea of the perfect weekend consists of me, my desk, and my studies. While everybody I know is out tonight celebrating the fact that we don't have class tomorrow, I've been sitting here all along taking anatomy notes and busting my ass on my research paper. I just feel so... disciplined. I know there's nothing wrong with that and I know that all of my hard work is going to pay off eventually, but before coming here in August, I never thought I'd turn into an all-out bookworm. I thought I would be making plans to party my ass off every weekend... but I'm not. As a matter of fact, I'm seriously considering driving back home this weekend just to have some peace and quiet to study for my two tests next week and to finish my research paper. I'm just so far from what I thought I would be at this point in my life, and I don't know whether I like it or not. I guess it all just has me scared because I'm growing up and I'm being forced to realize it now.
Anywho.
I signed a lease on an apartment for next year. It's pretty much right across from campus, so it's not like I have a long drive everyday to my classes... and wow, is it nice. It's brand new and the floorplans are amazing. Finally, I'll have my own bathroom, a full-sized bed and... a walk-in closet. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water, lol. Don't get me wrong, dorm life is a blast and I wouldn't trade my roomies for the world, but I can't wait to get into the apartment so I have more private space. I'm all about my alone time and I feel like I just don't get enough of it here in the dorms.
My placement interview/tuberculosis test for volunteering at Lee Memorial got pushed back a few days to Monday instead of Friday. I can't say that I'm not disappointed - I just can't wait to start at LMH - but Monday will get here soon enough and I'll be volunteering before I know it. I'll be honest: I've never been a huge fan of volunteer hours and I've always looked at them as somewhat of a chore, but I think that volunteering in a field that I'm passionate about is going to make all the difference. I've decided that I don't want to stick to one particular part of the children's hospital; instead, I want to get as much experience in every area that I can so I can figure out exactly what it is I want to do with a nursing career. I want to start off in maybe the birthday suites or in the "cuddlers" program since I love babies... but then, I want to get some footing in pediatrics, as well. I know they've got awesome volunteer and internship opportunities in virutally every area working with kids and babies, so I plan to take full advantage of this wonderful opportunity. I'm even halfway considering giving pediatric oncology a try, despite the fact that I've always said that oncology is a field that I could never go into. I realize that seeing the sweetest children in the world fight cancer is one of the most heartwrenching things out there, but sometimes you have to look past that. The doctors, nurses, and volunteers make such an impact on those kids, and if I could give just one of those kids a little glimmer of hope or something to look forward to, then I wouldn't mind giving it all a try.
I'm finally getting back into a good workout routine... thank goodness. I keep beating myself up over things that I can change, and I'm starting to realize that doing something about those things is 100 times better than sitting on my fat ass and just complaining. I'm not completely dissatisfied with myself, but there's tons of room for improvement... and basically, I just want to feel better about myself and about being in my skin. I guess it's just a girl thing, huh? =)
I'm out.