Friday, March 15, 2013
I applied to two nursing schools, one that has a group interview, which the advisor described as a Miss America pageant ("Dress well, but don't be nervous," she said!) The other has a proctored essay. I've known for 6 weeks the interview would be on April 8th - it is the actual reason I decided to join Spark.
I just today received an invitation for a proctored essay at the other college on April 6th.
The feminist part of me wants to believe the school that takes the essays is a better school because it judges on brains, not beauty. Alas, it's not really true. I just want it to be true because it's only 20 minutes from my house. I'd be doing clinicals in a neighborhood where it would actually be reasonable for me to drive on a daily basis.
The group interview is at a college an hour away. It's frankly a better school. I was sort of hoping the decisions would be far enough apart so I would already have said yes to one before the other made an offer (if I were lucky enough to be accepted by both).
But I DID go try on skirts at a Goodwill to match my snazzy houndstooth jacket and I come very, very close to fitting perfectly in a brand new size 8. I actually have room in the waist. The liner is too tight in the thighs area. I think I can lose enough in the next 3 weeks to make that comfortable. If not, I'll run out and buy a Spanx or something. (If I were wearing pants there'd be NO WAY I could fit in an 8 yet, Spanx or no Spanx but that's another story.)
Spanx. Sheesh! Who named that? Not a feminist! Some man who is implying our rears are more spankable when they are squished into some extruded and molded rubber product that came off a Firestone tractor tire assembly line? (Imagine me snorting like a horse here... a behavior I will really have to learn to control before the group interview.)
At least I've now lost enough weight so I no longer need any steel belting under that molded, extruded rubber Spanx.