Monday, April 08, 2013
Spring term starts today. Worrying about getting into nursing school ended officially when I got up this morning, theoretically.
I only applied for two schools, which is as it should be, since there were only two within a reasonable drive. I also did not realize how badly I needed a CNA to be competitive. I have a 3.98 GPA, but for one school I am not in district and I did not take any classes at all at the other school. So my chances, when there are 4 people applying for every slot, and ALL of them have excellent GPAs, are pretty darm slim. I was turned down by school #1. School #2, where I have taken no classes at all, still offers some hope. My chances are good IF they want a specific thing: someone who wants to work VA hospice. My conversations with other nursing students tell me that is where I am rare, because younger students tend to prefer exciting ER and feel-good pediatrics.
So my plan now is to take the advanced math class I need to be accepted into the bachelor's program, as if I will be accepted into the associate's program. I can't do it half heartedly because then I won't get an A. Math is not a great subject of mine. I have to give it my all. If I don't get accepted, I will take my CNA classes and reapply next year. I will also volunteer as much as possible at the VA because it feels good, I'll hone my skills and because the bachelor's programs really like to see volunteer work. I'll just have to try not to kick myself too hard.
Meanwhile, it has been raining and raining and raining here. I have not taken Solly for a walk once in the last week. He has barked at his leash and my shoes five or six times to tell me he's wanted to. To compromise, I take him out into my husband's home gym (which has stuff in it I can't possibly use) and run around, bouncing a toy bunny on a string while he chases me, trying to catch it. I can rack up 1,000 steps this way in two or three minutes. It's nowhere near as many steps as a real walk, but after awhile we both get clumsy because we get tired and the floor is slick in there. When we start knocking stuff over, it's time to stop. There are already claw marks all over the floor from Solly skids. Oops.
My husband is going to sign us up for the YMCA. It's 20 minutes from our house, which was a problem when we tried it before. I loved it, but didn't go as often as I wanted to because it was out of my way when I was travelling the opposite direction 5 days a week. But he works nearby now. It's also less than 5 minutes from the VA and 10 from the nursing school. I have asthma that makes regular exercise classes a problem for me, but I've been talking about trying the water aerobics classes for a year now. I am embarrassed to put on a suit because my thighs are very large, but hey... they'll be hidden in the water! And besides, I watched the classes before and everyone in there is female except a couple of HEAVY men who were probably told they had to exercise by their cardiologists. This doesn't look like a meat market or any place where I would be sized up and found deficient. (Or shall I say, overabundant in spots.)
My husband was thinking of signing up for a fancier gym, which would have been fine for him, but he realized I would probably never go. The Y has everything class-wise and equipment-wise. It is dingy and old-looking and often treadmills and rowers are partitioned off for repairs. But the people who go look like every class of people - rich and poor, muscular and Pillsbury doughboy, young and old. I feel comfortable there.
I'm also looking forward to squeezing in some gardening time, as soon as it's dry enough for me to do so. I used to have a market garden. No time for that this year, probably. But enough to fill our freezer, definitely.