WARNING-THIS IS VERY LONG AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SHOOTING. FEEL FREE TO SKIP. I WILL NOT BE UPSET.
Before anyone asks, or is polite enough to not ask, I went into therapy to deal with the stress of Nursing School. BTW, I went to college at the age of 40. Most do not know but to remain in Nursing School you must maintain a C average. This should not be tough but for NS all across the country a C starts at 80%. For every other discipline that is a B. I have maintained that by skewing the grades they deprive Nurses of the Scholastic Honors they have earned. Just say you have to maintain a B average for heavens sakes!
Anyway among other things I had a girl in my study group proposition me. Yikes. So, stressing about grades, getting propositioned, and guess what, I failed a class by 0.75%. So I had to wait a year to reapply to take the class.
I went into a deep funk for months, then I threw my self into working at the gun club. We were trying to get dirt from a tunnel excavation and to have space to put it we needed to clear trees and brush. I spent over 100 hrs driving the clubs old Oliver diesel tractor with a brush hog on it. When the gear box trashed itself on a Friday afternoon of a long weekend I went out and bought a new one. Brand new. At the next Board meeting I told them they could buy mine or fix the old one. Since about 20 acres of grass needed cutting NOW they bought it.
When the time came around I reapplied for the failed class and went on to pass and eventually graduate. Final grades are posted at 8am. only your student number is used, no names. I was so scared I waited until late afternoon to go look. As I approached the Nursing building, from around the corner came my best buddy from Nursing School. I don't know how she knew what time I would be there but she said she wanted to be there for me when I got the news, good or bad. Now THAT is a friend. I passed.
Oh another thing, if you fail any TWO classes during Nursing School, even the liberal arts classes, you are out, permanently. You cannot reapply, EVER! Yeah, stress, squared and cubed.
Even after writing my NCLEX exam, the national Nursing Exam I could not relax or get interested in anything I enjoyed, even shooting. Most do not know but every State uses the exact same exam for RNs. Mine was the first for mandatory use of the computer. It is an interactive program. It increases the difficulty of the questions as you get them right. It decreases the difficulty if you get them wrong. You can pass, or fail, in 75 questions. You can also pass or fail in 275 questions. As I said, interactive. There was a data base of 6,000 questions then. Many more now. I remember getting question 75 and thinking, 'well there is the minimum'. A couple of minutes later the statement, "this exam is completed" came on the screen. Turned out I was the only one of my study group to go past 75. It does not tell you if you passed. In a couple of weeks you get your Nursing License or a letter telling you that you failed.
I was unable to relax after passing. I could not find a job locally so wound up in Detroit. 72 miles one way for work. That is where I was the only 'white' staff member at night. Now I had the stress of not only being a new RN, but I was a supervisor sort of. I had to monitor 2 LPNs. THAT was not mentioned in NS! I was terrified.
It took a couple of years for me to get sorted out. Turned out I needed medication. My brain was lacking a neurotransmitter that allowed me to be happy. Go figure. I had to go off it for some reason once and at my follow up with my Dr. she asked how it went. I just looked at my partner who gave a one word answer. "BITCH". Now say it very low and stretch it out beyond 2 seconds. SharonAnne is not a happy camper without that little pill. It is no big deal to take since I take so many to deal with the pain and neuropathy from the spinal damage. My brain is still not back to where it was before the surgeries. I am no where near as smart as I was and my memory is kinda swiss cheesed. It really distresses me.
There you have it, why I was in therapy. The Encyclopedia Brittanica version. Seems I am incapable of the Readers Digest version of anything.