Someone Please Explain

I was in my senior year of high school when I decided that I wanted to be a nurse.  I had been talking to my friend’s mom (who is a nurse) and my parents and we all finally agreed that Nursing was the best career for me.  Once I decided that I was going to be a nurse I threw myself into becoming a nurse; sure I hit bumps in the road but I never gave up.  I was too stubborn to quit. Along the way there was much talk about the nursing shortage and everyone I talked to told me that I would have no problems finding a job.  As I went through school I fell in love with the Spanish language so after talking with a professor; I decided to minor in Spanish and eventually work towards getting my translation license.  After that decision everyone told me my ticket was written.  Any hospital would be lucky to have me.

Now 2 months after graduation I have no job prospects, I am back living with my parents because my lease was up and I didn’t know where I was going to get a job so I didn’t want to sign another 12 month lease that I might have the break.  I have filled out 100 applications and plan of filling 100 more.  This isn’t so much about the work I have to do to get a job; I’m willing to do the work.  What makes me so mad is that no one will even give me a chance.

Yes there are jobs for nurses out there, but the majority of them require (not prefer) 1 year of experience.

Now what really steams me is finding out about Representative Wexler’s Bill which would bring 20,000 foreign nurses over to the US for 3 years to help with the nursing shortage.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME!  The problem is not the nursing shortage it’s self it is the hospitals that don’t want to hire new nurses.  What is the point of pushing people towards a career in nursing if the hospitals won’t hire you?  If I am in the hospital as a patient no offense but I don’t want a nurse, who is the key to my recovery, so heavily accented that I can’t understand what she is trying to tell me.  Not only that but I came across a forum for new nurses in my search for jobs and there were several nurses licensed and everything that have been searching for jobs for over 6 months.  We don’t need foreign nurses we need the hospitals to get incentives for hiring new graduate nurses.

I am a newly trained nurse, who happens to speak Spanish fairly well, I am a quick learner and I love what I do.  I just need someone to take a chance on me and give me a job.  I would think that a hospital would want to hire new nurses because we are trained on the newest techniques and skills; we are not jaded by other hospital’s policies and procedures.  If you hire us we won’t take short cuts and we will do it right the first time because that’s the only way we know how to do it.  We will work harder for you because we are eager and excited about being a nurse!  Who would not what a nurse like that? Someone please explain this to me!!!!

New Bill that would allow 20,000 foreign nurses annually to enter the US

http://www.mynursingdegree.com/career-news/2009/08/new-bill-that-would-allow-20000-foreign.asp

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Scared Shitless

I haven’t shared a lot about me personally in my blog, part of the reason is because I don’t know my readers so I don’t want to just sit there and talk about myself, how boring would that be.  Well currently I made a realization in my life and I thought that I might share it.Sophomore Nursing Class 13

I am a senior in the Nursing Program at my college.  I graduated high school in 2003 and am just now about to graduate school in May 2010.  Add it all up and I have been in college for a total of 7 years.  When I tell people how long I have been in school the first question that they ask me is, “Was nursing your first career choice?” Yes, since going into college I have always wanted to be a nurse.  I went to a Community College for a year and a half because I was really scared about going away to college.  When I finally went away to college it seemed like my personally life kept stopping my college life.  I lost 2 grandparents and was in a very bad car accident in the first semester that I was away at college.  Because of this I didn’t pass the classes I needed to get into the program.  Things like this kept happening.  It has been a constant struggle to get what and where I need to be.  But through that struggle the goal as always remained the same.  I never gave up on my dream to be nurse.

Now that I am so close that I can almost taste it, and I am scared shitless.  Where am I going to go, what area should I work in, and will I pass the NCLEX (Registered Nursing Exam).  All of these questions are running through my mind this semester.  It seems that everyone in my class knows where they want to go.  I have an idea but I am currently not sure and I don’t think that I am ready to make that choice.  But that is not the scariest part for me.  Through all of my time in the Nursing Program I have had my nursing instructors: there to have my back, they had the answers if I didn’t and they were always there to double check stuff and make sure I didn’t kill a patient (not that I ever did or tried to, but still).  It scares me because I will have to be the one with the answers and I will be my double check and there is no one there to constantly have my back.

I know that I will make a great nurse someday and I am ready to graduate school.  But am I ready for the real world.  For a long time (7 years to be exact) I have had that comfy, cushy feeling that even if I mess up in school I still have another chance to make it right.  There are no more chances, I can’t mess it up, I have to graduate and be a big girl in the terrifying Real World!!  I Am Scared Shitless!!!

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Remembering a Day

There are very few events that happen in your life that you can remember exactly where you were, what you were doing and what you were thinking.  I remember the day that I got my acceptance letter in to the Nursing program at my college.  I was minutes from leaving to go to Atlanta; the next morning, bright and early, I was leaving to go on a month long study abroad to Mexico.  I was really confused and afraid when I opened the letter because we weren’t suppose to hear about it for another month.  I tore open the letter and had to read it a few times, I was even shaking so hard that I had to hand it to my dad to read because I wanted to make sure thaEVENT_9-11_Firemans_Flag_lgt I had read it correctly.  When my dad said “Yes, that’s right you got into nursing,” I started jumping up and screaming and yelling for my mom.

This is one of the happier moments that I remember.  I remember where I was when each of my grandparents died, when I found out that one of my best friends from high school had been murdered and I remember the day that I found out my mom had a 20 lb tumor on her ovary.  Most of all I remember where I was the day our whole world changed

The date was September 11th, 2001.  I was junior in High School and it just seemed like every other ordinary day.  I had just sat down in my chemistWTC-Memorial-Lights-726357ry class, when my friend, Jennifer (this is the aforementioned friend that was murdered) came rushing in to ask if I had heard about the plane crashes.  I was clueless, I didn’t know what she was talking about.  She told me all the details that she could gather from the news program she had been watching in her previous class.  (See some teachers that day let us watch the news and others tought it would be too upsetting.)  When our teacher came in our class room all we could talk about was whether or not it was an accident.  We went on with class, and when we were dismissed I went on to my next class which was lunch and newspaper, so of course we watched the news.  It was in this class that we learned about the third plane that hit the Pentagon and the fouth one that went down in Pennsylvania.  It was then that everyone knew for a fact this was no accident.  This fact gave me chills, after that all I wanted to do was go home.  When I finally got home that day my dad was there, he had left the office to come home for the day in order to hear the news.  We talked about what was going on and what it meant for us.  I remember saying to him, “I don’t understand, what did we do to these people, and why would anyone want to kill all those innocent people.”  It has taken me years to finally come to terms with what happened that day.  I will never understand the urge to kill innocent people.  But from this I have pushed myself to learn about different cultures and religions so that I might better understand where people are coming from.  This is one day in many that has changed the world or atleast changed our world.  Don’t ever forget the people that lost there lives just so these men could make a statement.  And remember to live life to it’s fullest because it can change in an instance.