Nursing School and Ashburn Virginia

The past few days have been rather hectic, and classes haven’t even begun.

For the past four days we have been bombarded by welcome speeches from the Dean, from the associate Dean, the Director… and many more. I found out that there were over 270 individuals that applied for the program, and only 51 were accepted. I am one of 7 guys.

This semester I will be taking Transition: Nursing Profession, Health Assessment: Foundations, Med Surg I, Med Surg I-lab,  and Pharmacology for a total of 20 units. And somewhere in there will be a weekly 12 hour clinical in a hospital or clinic.

The two ladies that I am living with are also in the program. One of them has just finished up their first degree at Cornell, while the other has been out for a year longer than me. Our apartment is incredible… and incredibly expensive too. I chose to room with individuals that were also in the program rather than out on my own believing that it would facilitate my pursuit of this nursing degree to a greater extent. Although I am sure I could have found some cheep dump to live in, I am now living in a 1436 sq ft three bedroom two bathroom mansion for $1,875 a month.

Money is hard to come by, especially when one has not held a steady job. Sometimes I long for the sense of security that a consistent income would provide. However there is a constant danger of feeling self-sufficient. I don’t want to forget that God has brought me to where I am now, and God will take me through what is ahead. By attaining an all encompassing scholarship, and an ensuing high paying job it would be easy to loss my dependence on God. Living day do day wondering how to come up with $40,000 for this year keeps me trusting that the God that has been with me thus far will continue to be with me.

Since in the past it seems as though my life has been nothing but school and running, it would be wrong to not write a bit about running here.

I have always believed that I can to almost anything that I set my mind to. I think this is what has contributed to my injuries as well. I will wake up, shoot for the stars, and run like there is no tomorrow… and likely there is no tomorrow as far as running is concerned since I destroyed myself the previous day.

I still believe that I have a good bit of running left in me. All I need is to find the resolve to be committed… and see it through to the end.