Personal Narrative: Becoming A Nurse

I did not expect much from college. I knew what I wanted, to be a nurse, and that was what college was going to help me achieve. I did not realize that I was beginning a vast voyage, trying to tie some meaning to my life. A few months in, I was going insane. I mean this with complete and utter regard to the word. I was a mess and chaotic. My nights ended at roughly five in the morning, and my mornings started three hours later. Drowning in self-pity, while slamming shots of expresso, I found myself unhappy and stuck. My parents heard from me at any hour I could reach them. I was crying, longing to come home and feeling trapped in this strange new world. I hated my classes, felt uncomfortable in my room, and out of place with my new friends. Every night the same
Louis with a mission to regain the person I lost. With the help of my family and friends back home, I began to see that it’s okay to just be okay. I do not have to know where I am headed right now. I am nineteen years old, and barely finishing my first year of college. In this moment, knowing myself is more important than knowing the title of my future unestablished career. Thus, I dropped nursing and decided to pursue only the things that I love. For me, right now, this means I am thinking about degrees in English, Spanish, and Global Studies. Only God knows if this is the path I will stay on. I could change my decision next week, but that’s why college is so great. Also I began to allow myself to let my friends into my heart. Sometimes it is hard to let them see all the parts of me, but I am trying harder. And when you lose sight of your self-worth, all you can do is try harder to let yourself and others love you. In conclusion, with time and patience, I have come to call my school home. This is because Saint Mary’s is giving me the time and opportunity to find myself, where I belong, and to regain control of my situation. Boy, am I lucky to be