Overheard at Target
Mom: 17 times, I gotta tell you the same thing…
Teenage boy: That wasn’t 17 times!
Mom: Well, it was more than once.
Last day of clinicals this quarter! It’s gone by so quickly. Our super sweet best-nursing-instructor-ever took our little group of girls out to eat after an abbreviated morning of seeing patients. The picture only shows the cupcake section, but, not to worry, there was a full-on “real-food” menu available as well. Not that I don’t consider cupcakes real food…they’re a veritable staple of my oh-so-balanced diet….yes, I’m training to be in the healthcare profession…
I finally start nursing school tomorrow. It’s been a long time coming, or at least it feels that way, and it’s also been a while since I’ve honestly felt anything akin to excitement about it. But the other day, my cousin and his girlfriend, who’ll soon be finishing nursing school, had a little surprise waiting for me on the dinner table: a nursing school care-basket. Fully equipped with a googly-eyed, perfectly squishy stress ball, colorful squiggly straws, snacks-including all important dark chocolate, fun socks, a pen light, scissors, even a bottle of detergent proven effective on those awful white uniforms, a planner, and not one, but TWO mini lint roller thingamajigs—one to keep in the car, and the other to keep in my bag. Oh, AND, there were colorful gel pens (I can be a bit picky about my writing instruments), and an EPIC 4-colored pen WITH a built-in pencil.
All this (and a few other things), accompanied by a card with an inventory of the items, detailing the function of each (e.g. “Travel pillow: For all of the random places you will find yourself napping.”) and a note wishing me luck and reminding me that I do have people in my life that love and support me. Had I been PMS-ing, I might’ve shed a tear or two…
Of all the “it’ll be great!” and “you’ll be done in no time” and “you’ll be fine” sorts of statements I’ve gotten over the past few weeks, this thoughtful expression of caring did the most to get me feeling at least a smidge more optimistic about embarking on this new adventure of mine. With my new arsenal of supplies at the ready, I can face any 6:30am clinical assignment that comes my way! Bring it on!
(Though…I may have to get back to you on those early mornings…not really my thing…)
One of my favorite TV commercials of all time, this commercial was part of the Think Different campaign Apple used in the late 1990s after Steve Jobs came back to the company he founded.
Here’s To the Crazy Ones
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.