Monday, June 30, 2008

History - Part 3

Second semester ended and for the first time in my life, I applied for a job in the admissions office at the university. I was really surprised when I got the job. It seemed like everyone was desperate for cash... I spent that summer working and took a peek into my file, finding the summary of my interview. Everything the woman who interviewed me wrote about me was good. She recommended that they reject me based on the fact that she thought my parents didn't really want me to go... (I wonder why my mom drove me 4 hours each way to the interview if she didn't want me to go). Toward the end of the summer I typed my own acceptance letter - to nursing school and biology. I chose nursing.

In my senior year in high school I loved physiology, which was one of the reasons nursing seemed so appealing. The material was hard and the course load was intense (~40 hours a week). I n the beginning of the second semester, I came down with a really bad case of mono. It was so bad that I wasn't even required to attend the required courses and I missed most of the semester. We didn't study from textbooks and I didn't take notes from anyone, but I got the syllabus and was able to make up the material by studying in the library - it was enough to pass all my courses, including biochemistry (of which I remember almost nothing) and to get into second year.

After my first year in nursing school, I got a job at the university again, working on a database (dbase 3+). It was a great job - I learned so much and I was able to do things that no one else knew how to do, so they really depended on me. That summer I also met my brother's flatmate, who I ended up marrying a little under 2 years later. I could write about half a million posts about my first marriage (and most of them would probably be fascinating) but I decided that I'm going to pretty much ignore that part of my life in my blog. I don't want to relive it and I've already analyzed the whole thing to death, reaching a single conclusion that the marriage was an extremely poor choice. Part of my belief is that everything happens for a reason... and if I had to go through everything I did to be where I am today, it was all worth it.


Sarah said...

cheers to that! i feel the exact same way about certain choices of fine.

triLcat said...

Yes, well, my sister once told me that something that resulted in three incredible kids couldn't be considered a total mistake.

And they are incredible.

Bea said...

It's nice to be able to write your own biography for the person you are now and want to be tomorrow - glossing over all the bits you'd rather not bring along. The place you ended up is the important bit, after all.