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To The Defeated Nursing Major, You'll Rise

You'll rise because every single day that you slip on your navy blue scrubs and fling your pretty little stethoscope around your neck, the little girl that you once were with the dream of saving lives someday will be silently nudging you to keep going.

You will have weeks when you are defeated. Some mornings you won't be able to get out of bed and some days you won't be able to stop crying enough to go to class. You'll feel like nobody understands the stress that you are under, and you have absolutely nobody to talk to because they either don't get it or are dealing with their own meltdowns. There will be weeks that you want to change your major and give up on the whole thing. But, you'll rise.
You will miss football games, concerts, and nights out with the girls. There will be stretches of two or more weeks you'll go without seeing your mom, and months where you have to cancel on your best friend 4+ times because you have too much studying to do. There will be times where no amount of "I'm sorry" can make it up to your little brother when you miss his big football game or your grandparents when you haven't seen them in months. But, you'll rise.

You will have patients who tell you how little they respect nurses and that you won't be able to please no matter how hard you try. You will have professors who seem like their goal is to break you, especially on your bad days. You will encounter doctors who make you feel like the most insignificant person on the planet. You will leave class some days, put your head against your steering wheel and cry until it seems like there's nothing left to cry out. But, you'll rise.

You will fail tests that you studied so hard for, and you will wing some tests because you worked too late the night before. You will watch some of the smartest people you've ever known fail out because they simply aren't good test-takers. You will watch helplessly as your best friend falls apart because of a bad test grade and know that there is absolutely nothing you can do for her. There will be weeks that you just can't crack a smile no matter how hard you try. But, you'll rise.

You'll rise because you have to — because you've spent entirely too much money and effort to give up that easily. You'll rise because you don't want to let your family down. You'll rise because you're too far in to stop now. You'll rise because the only other option is failing, and we all know that nurses do not give up.

You'll rise because you remember how badly you wanted this, just three years ago as you were graduating high school, with your whole world ahead of you. You'll rise because you know there are people that would do anything to be in your position.

You'll rise because you'll have one patient during your darkest week that'll change everything — that'll hug you and remind you exactly why you're doing this, why this is the only thing you can picture yourself doing for the rest of your life.

You'll rise because every single day that you slip on your navy blue scrubs and fling your pretty little stethoscope around your neck, the little girl that you once were with the dream of saving lives someday will be silently nudging you to keep going.

You'll rise because you have compassion, you are selfless, and you are strong. You'll rise because even during the darkest weeks, you have the constant reminder that you will be changing the world someday.

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Once You're In Your Degree Field, There Is No More Homework

Now is the time to practice for the future.


We're in school, thus, when a teacher assigns us something to do on our own time at home, that would be considered homework, right? Wrong.

At least that's what my professor told me.

The very first time I met with my professor, he asked me what my passions, aspirations, and plans for the future were.

I told him.

I told him my dreams and plans of being a reporter. I told him that I one day want to write for a big company about feature stories and breaking news. I explained it with a passion.

When I was assigned my first reporting assignment in his class, I thought I did a good job. I wrote about a controversy and called up some people who could be good sources. I got it done in a timely manner and checked it off my things to do list, along with everything else I had to do that week.

Later on, my professor invited me to his office to discuss my "homework assignment."

He said this is good, for a grade, not for a reporter. He told me, that until I start treating this class like it's my job, rather than assignment to turn in for a grade... I will never get anything out of it.

I was sad and confused because 1.) he is not my boss, he is my teacher 2.) I am not a reporter, I'm a student and 3.) this WAS a homework assignment.

I didn't explain my thoughts out loud, but I was frustrated because I felt that I was doing everything I was supposed to be doing.

Then it hit me. He was right.

I think in any field when someone is teaching you something, you're only going to get out of it what you put into it.

If I start treating my classes as something that will help me grow and assist me to better my future, then maybe I will appreciate them more, rather than just a check off my to-do list.

I DO want to be a reporter and I DO want to get the best stories. Thus, he is right. I can't treat this class as a homework assignment and then graduate with no prior knowledge of how a real newsroom works.

I think this is true in any field. You have to put in the effort you want to get out.

So, as a college student, once you're in your field…. It's no longer homework. Its practice for the future. Don't forget that!

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