This weekend Pickle spend most of our time watching season 2 of Grey's Anatomy. It is truly great. Thanks, Bri. Just what we needed, another TV addiction! But I really do like it and the music is stuff that my sister is now fond of, but guess what, two of the bands that are frequently featured in the show, Tegan and Sara and the Dittybops, are young lezzie faves!
In the midst of all the appreciation for Grey's I find myself thinking back to freshman year when I thought I would be going to med school. Oh yeah, I wanted to be a doctor, remember? I don't look away at the gross scenes, but instead I am intrigued. I analyze the characters' bedside manners, thinking how that profession is so much more about the people and not the science. And I go back to this dream. Maybe I would have stuck with it if I wasn't in a beginning core science program that was designed to weed out pre-med students. Maybe I can go back to one more year of chemistry and one more year of physics and apply again. I was so close to completing those requirements. I regret it a little bit. But I know that I wasn't happy at the time and there is no use in dwelling in the past now.
This is what I have come up with. In my life, if I had unlimited money and time and energy I would go to this program on the Fast Trak in Fashion Marketing. This is a viable option. Grey's has made me ambitious. If I act quickly I might still be motivated enough to continue school. Also, if I act quickly, my father might pay for it and support me while I study. I am thinking spring of 2008. Or, maybe I'd like to be really inspired and think about medicine in a new capacity. One which is easier, takes less time, and ultimately is always easy to find a competitive job -- nursing. It is a lot like being a doctor. Those nurses on Grey's get to be in the same places as those doctors and interns. So, I really have gone crazy and gotten quite ambitious in the process. Being a nurse could be something that I would be good at, I think. And I could even be in neo-natal, which is what I wanted to go into when I was considering med school. Crazy, right?!
In the midst of all the Grey's watching, I skipped over to Soho by myself Sunday to go to a denim sample sale. Pickle stayed home and napped because she doesn't like designer jeans and shopping in general. I didn't find any new jeans there, but on my way back after my old navy exchange, I found a new pair of sevens! Guess where? Marshall's! 80 bucks, within my set $100 sample sale limit. (in a new size bigger, too...shh) Old navy was very good with basics like tights, socks and underwear. So, I got to do some minimal shopping in preparation for my mother coming, my 3 days off with her, and the inevitable shopping extravaganza that will take place when she is here. More on that later. Sometimes thinking about the whirlwind next week makes me anxious. My mother visiting makes me anxious a little, too.
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This is wonderful! Keep the ambition going. Dad will definitely pay for school. And the one year thing is a great idea - it was hard while I did it, but I was so glad when it was over and I hadn't spent years languishing in grad school. Would this mean you would get to meet my boyfriend, Tim Gunn?
My friend Darryl is in nursing school right now at LIU and I am sure he would be happy to talk to you about it if you wanted.
I don't think you should wait until 2008. Why not Fall 2007?
NICU nurses are unbelievably special people who are much appreciated and NEEDED by parents of premies. They play an extremely critical role in the care of the babies, not to mention the parents. I can't emphasize how critical. I think it must be sad at times, when you lose very sick babies, but it can also be tremendously rewarding. I think you'd be fabulous at it.
ps- patrick should actually say "julie" - oops.
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