So this is my first post ever on my fancy blog.
So after 4 rejected applications, one deferred application, 2 Occupational Health Interviews and a completely new job role — I am finally a University student. I will be a student nurse.
In 22 days time I move into halls with thousands of other students around the UK. I’ll become known as a fresher where I’ll be forced to grow up and look after myself. I will be in charge of my own bills, have to make my own food and more importantly getting up early for my lectures. I will be forced, literally to become an adult. Responsibility I’m not sure I’m entirely ready for.
Despite the fears of being a responsible adult (I am 22 years old and therefore classed as mature) am I excited about becoming a student nurse? Of course. The excitement is unreal it’s like butterflies inside my stomach on a first date. I can’t wait to go to placement, to put the last year of being a care assistant into practice. I can’t wait to learn, to grow as a person both professionally and personally but most importantly, do the job I should’ve always done from the moment I left school.
In 22 days time I become a student nurse.
I think I’m going to need shares in a wine company.