Tuesday, August 26, 2008
First Day of School
Today was my first day of being a sophomore. I felt the most stressed I've felt in three months, but it's almost refreshing to have something to care about, work on, anticipate about and all those other stress-inducers. Almost.
I'm taking a nutrition class, my first class of the day which starts at 11:15 am, and I think this one won't be too bad. A little bit of Chem, a little Bio, some knowledge that I got from all the years of attending my mama's Weight Watcher meetings, and good old fashion studying should do the trick.
I also have an Anatomy class at 5:15. This one is going to strangle me, whip my life around, but then I'm going to give it the old Jessie domination that it needs so I can get into Nursing School. One of the many things my teacher told us 240 hopeful nursing students about the class was that on all exams and quizzes we must spell all words correctly, or else it will count wrong. (By the way-FSU Nursing College only accepts 75 students each semester into the program. I'm sure you can see that the majority of us girls, oh, and the occasional gay guy, will not be fulfilling our dreams of becoming nurses. And looking around the huge lecture hall today, I saw quite a few determined looking ladies. and 3 enthusiastic boys. It scared me just a little.) So the thing about the spelling shouldn't have surprised me. I guess it makes sense that nurses know how to spell the correct body part that is giving you trouble or spell the medicine that is going to save your life, instead of something that could possibly kill you. This is all very fine and dandy, but hell, I couldn't even spell Ibuprofen or Aleve when I was asked what drugs I've taken in the last 4 months at the blood bank today.
This class may possibly bring out some bad memories of my dreaded reading/spelling disability. Which is ok, because every time I work through an obstacle like that, it makes me feel that much more accomplished. Learning to read for me was the hardest thing I've had to put my brain through.
God it was hard. The only way I got through it was because I had some amazing teachers and an even better mama who would listen to me struggle but only ever give me positive encouragement. I still cry just thinking about all the times she would sit with me as I tried to sound out words. I'd get so frustrated with myself and tell her "I can't do it, I can do it," and she would only say, "Jessie, yes you can. You can do it." She was right. But I completely believe I wouldn't have been able to learn to read, and love it at the same time, without her help.
So my Anatomy class might be like that; a whole lot of struggle and hard work, but an even bigger sense of accomplishment.
So tomorrow is my second day of being a sophomore, with two whole different classes. I'm nervous and excited. I also feel a little lost right now, but once I get a system down I'm sure I will be feeling better.