Posts Tagged ‘school’

everything is fine, nothing is ruined.

24 March 2011

So, it’s been a while since I posted anything. I am in a much better place now than I was before spring break. It seems I might have some hope after all. Classes are tough still and I procrastinate way too much, but I’m keeping my grades good enough.

Churches, temples and the one mosque have been… varied to say the least. From welcoming and liturgically nice to liturgically horrible and downright uncomfortable and a mix in between as well. A few places have ended up on my “Never again!” list while I’ve been to some more than once or twice as well. I know a few people were routing for a church hopping blog, I really don’t see that happening for a number of reasons. One being I’m not sure I have the time and energy, another reason is that many of my thoughts on these things are rather private and so highly subjective to my own rather unfair criticisms that I don’t think it would do much good. Finally, it’s just rude to randomly show up somewhere and then write possibly mean things about them on the internet. Even if I think their behavior towards me was less than ideal.

Though I might try some details/names/dates changed HIPAA-esque modified stories if something comes up that is too good to pass on. Though I must say, I’m not all that good at changing things. I like my stories true.

Oh, as a side note, I was asked if I was Muslim today.



16 January 2011

I am HOME. I can’t say I’ve ever lived in STL before, but it just seems so… right. I have some things I still need to do, like set up internet service, buy my books and find my parking spot but I am so excited about being here.

Nursing school — that’s a whole other thing. I’m terrified about that. But we aren’t going to dwell on that. Classes start Tuesday and I’ll deal with it when it happens. In the meantime, I’m excited about being here. I think it’s time to head home to make some FOOD. OMG I’m not on nights anymore! (I’m excited about that as well.)

um, so here is some stuff to read:

4 January 2011

So, between becoming OMG ill on Thursday and too dumb to call in, I popped ibuprofen all night and did the work thing. And then again on Friday. Saturday I didn’t have to work, but by then the fever was gone. Which I suppose is good. I still have a wicked cough, but at least there’s no fever.

Saturday I didn’t get enough sleeps and Sunday sent me into this downward spiral of

~I hate myself
~Imma fail out of nursing school
~No one here will miss me
~I have no friends
~I hate myself

It was lots of fun, let me tell you. I think I’m mostly better now. I am, at least, mostly distracted. Which works for me. My last day of work is tonight which is exciting and terrifying. It means I MUST NEEDS PACK! (oh holy crap, this is really happening.) Speaking of Oh Holy Crap, I think this is the only “holiday” music I voluntarily listened to this season.

Speaking of links, I have a couple more. Elle sent this to me with a simple note “I think this is more of a WIN” and I have to agree.
epic fail photos - Puzzle Book FAIL

And finally, a horrible headline. At Least 80 Die as Africans Continue to Defy Death Crossing into Yemen I mean, simply in terms of there not being all that much death-defying in that article and really just sad because people are dying to be in a safe country. And if you consider Yemen to be worth dying for, your home must be really bad. There used to be news reports out about smugglers getting close to land, seeing the Yemeni Coast Guard and forcing the refugees to jump overboard because they didn’t want to get caught. Thankfully I haven’t seen that recently.

I think it’s time to start taking up the daily prayer for refugees…

Once again, this has been your hastily composed, run-on sentanced, sleepy post. Yes. The post is sleepy.

random things i’ll probably delete when i get some sleep

8 December 2010

You know those days when you hate yourself? It’s like you dwell on every little thing you said and did in the past decade and how it was all terrible? Yeah. Welcome to my day — well night but now going into the day. Now I can’t sleep. Go figure.

I should probably read some Psalms. But that’ll probably screw me all up too. Dear Jesus: SAY WHA? srsly.

I know, I know, that one of you who’s all “dana, is this really jesus’ fault?” i say, “well probably not but i’m still pissed about the whole Betty thing, which really was his fault. and totally not related to this at all.

While I’m taking out my illogically-related-to-the-trinity things out, Dear Holy Spirit: Please be a little more OBVIOUS about things you say to your people. Cause a lot of people say you told them shit, and it’s kinda hard to reconcile. All I’m sayin’ is a little *raises hand* “you know, I really DIDN’T speak to that crazy televangelist” I’d be like more cool with you as a general idea. So, when you get on that, give me a heads up with everyone else.

Cause you know I tend to be the last to know shit. Also, to the Father part: can we work on people skillz? Mine in particular, but your whole “christian” people could use a little of that action.

One final thing for the whole Trinity: Thanks for this semester almost being over. And thanks for making it look like this whole “nursing school” thing might just work out. I’m beginning to believe it’s really going to happen. I’ll totally believe it when I move. Though I won’t ever trust it’s real until I have that BSN in hand.


5 December 2009

I have a job interview Monday! I’m very excited about this as it will put me

a) physically closer to where I need to be for classes
b) in a hospital/acute setting
c) working with the population I hope to work with post nursing degree.


19 November 2009

I haven’t said much lately, which is because there hasn’t been much to say. Now, though…

I have an interview tomorrow afternoon for a nursing school. I have a nice outfit that meets my own (possibly random) standards of modesty. (to the knee, covering the shoulder) and am now debating on the head cover.

As in: yes or no. Right now both options seem perfectly reasonable and both options seem absolutely ridiculous. Why would I go so far as possibly jeopardizing my acceptance into this school for a head covering that I don’t think is absolutely necessary?

At the same time, a friend told me, “I don’t think you should yet.” I’m left wondering, if not yet, if not now, then when? and the only answer I can come up with is “never.”

And then I think, maybe “never” is acceptable for work. I can still cover for church and personal prayers. I could still cover outside of those times when not at work. Maybe I really shouldn’t cover for work. Yet, I know me. I know that if I stop at covering at work, I will probably stop covering outside of work. I might still cover for church, at first. But I know that it would be so easy for me to just stop altogether.

And then I think, well, that wouldn’t be the worst thing ever. I mean, I felt drawn to this head covering thing, but it’s not impossible that it could be a seasonal thing for me, and not a forever thing. I don’t feel drawn to head covering as I did before, when I started. I also don’t feel “drawn away” from it either. It is a devotion for me. A dedication. A reminder that I am somehow set apart.

Not covering would be easier in the sight of normal people, but… but.. damn it. I’m not normal.  In other words, I still haven’t decided. I might not decide until I get there and am getting dressed for the interview. Stay tuned…

13 October 2009

Okay. So, I’m looking for a situation change: namely job & location. I have some leads on all accounts. I am so hopeful about this. I would really like it to work out. So all prayers are welcome, as nothing is sure yet.

working out the details.

11 September 2009

So, I went out to check the mail today. I got to the mailbox and saw the one lone business envelope. Bill, I thought to myself. When I pulled it out I was shocked to see the logo of the nursing school I applied to ages ago.

I sent in the application in late July or so, but they recommended having them in by early June or even May. I didn’t finish everything, like the second letter of recommendation or transcripts from my alma mater until early August. I wasn’t even sure why I was sending it in because I knew it was late and the school’s assosiations make it pretty prestigous. I figured it would be a quick turn around to my rejection letter. “Class is full, we don’t need you.” And when I saw the envelope, it was small. When you get in to college the first time ’round, little envelopes mean ‘rejected’ because all you need is a letter, big envelopes mean ‘accepted’ because they need to send all the financial aid and housing and EVERYTHING information.

So, I’m feeling down. I expect rejection. I see the small envelope and I think, “Damn! Took them long enough.” and then I look at it, and there appear to be boxes, a grid on a sheet. That’s weird right? A rejection letter with a grid?

So, I open it. I see my address & the greeting, but the first line is hidden in the fold of the paper.


I got in!


My start date class is full, so I’m waitlisted there, but if I dont’ get in to that class, I am guaranteed a spot in the next class (which won’t start until Jan 2011) Which sounds forever in the future. I am, however, making plans for what I can do between finishing my prereqs (which should be done in the spring) and that January.

I think I’m still going to apply to the other nursing school I’m looking at, but at least I GOT IN! (commence screaming) and, it was my first choice school.

Now, to work out the details of getting to class for the prereqs and moving to another city.

a welcome reprieve.

3 September 2009

So mostly my weekends are spent at home: chilling, sleeping, doing housework or work-work. I had last weekend off and thought I was going to spend it in my usual fashion, lounging around the house. And then a couple in my church invited the twenty-somethings (all four of us) our to their lake house. And then my friend, who is a postulant to the priesthood invited me to go with her & her husband to church with them on Sunday because she was guest preaching at another church.

I hesitated, because my lounging around the house weekends are kinda nice. Plus, I’m not a giant fan of change. But I decided to go for it because it had been a really crappy week and I thought the diversion could be nice. Left alone, I’m much too vulnerable to wallowing. So I spent the weekend up to my neck in people and, aside from the fact that I’m incredibly self-conscious and way over analyze things I say, post occurrence, it was really nice.

We went out to the lake. I’ve been on float trips in the states and I went to Bahir Dar, which is on Lake Tana in Ethiopia, but I’ve never done a State-side lake trip. It was lovely, despite the way the invitations went out (sending emails to twenty-somethings’ parents? way to treat us like tweens!) and despite my allergies, which really weren’t that bad out there. Went out on the pontoon and the water sport thing. Harold made some comment about making sure my scarf wouldn’t fall off. I laughed and said I brought a spare. (Yeah, I can’t manage to bring clothes if I got wet in the lake, but I had a spare scarf. For the record, I almost always have a spare scarf) Had some nice conversations and a steak the size of my face, home grilled to perfection, along with amazing side dishes.

That night, I went to my friends because they were planning on leaving at 6 am to make it in time for the 8 am service. I never sleep well the first night I’m somewhere new. On top of that, they have five cats and the windows open, so my allergies were killing me. Zyrtec is great for the cats, but it doesn’t touch my ragweed allergies. So I got about four hours, on top of the five from the night before. (I’m an 8-10 hours of sleep per night type person. Sorry for all the parenthetical asides.) I am way sleep deprived. We ride up to the church and sit through Morning Prayer with Eucharist (which was a lovely service, btw) twice. Things were very different from my own parish, but it was a nice change and after the 10 am service, I got to talk with a stranger who graduated from my alma mater. It was nice. She seemed to be a people-person and kept the conversation going. We also knew a lot of the same people, professors, because (A. it’s a small campus but also because B.) we both went to the same (only) Episcopal church. Again, it was lovely.

I got home, took a 3 hour nap and still had no problems with my normal bed time. I could have used an alone weekend on top of that one, but if I had to choose, I’m happy with the decisions I made.

semester summation

21 May 2009

So, the semester ended with a final last Friday. Grades were posted Tuesday and I made A’s in both Psychology and Physiology. Yay. Especially since I was considering taking a B in Psych because I was 5 “chapter logs” behind. I spent some serious petitioning time in during finals week before I actually sat down to write them Thursday. Obviously they were due on Friday at the Final.

Mercifully, my boss allowed me to go home early Thursday. I finished the papers with much less stress than I had anticipated and then stayed up for several more hours doing the Extra Credit assignment, which doubled as our study guide for the final. Yeah, you kinda have to love community college freshman level courses.  Or hate them. Whatever.

Credit hour summation: 7 Credit hours this semester, 191 (if I can add) cumulative undergraduate. Holy Crap. When I get done with the BSN, expect mid 200’s. One of the other students in psychology with me stated that his gpa couldn’t handle another B at this point. I’m thinking, eh? what’s another B. I have a reasonable gpa, it’s not going to hurt it all that much, really. What’s the difference between a 3.36 and a 3.39 or 3.35? Don’t they all round to 3.4?

Also, given the death (or at least comatose) state of the Little Blue Death Bucket (I’m expecting a DNR from the mechanic any minute now) the summer semester will be class free and will  pick up in the fall, god willing!

I am now looking into the possiblity of staying with some nuns for a while in July. I’d like them to be Epsicopal (even though my priest insists that Episcopal nuns are generally  ‘the bad kind of liberal/hippie’) because I want communion, damnit. But I’d go just about anywhere. Any suggestions?