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The Fabulous Year of Change

13.09.2011
"Sakura" in Japanese, no?

One could say I've changed... I'd like to say I've blossomed. Laugh if you must.

It’s been a while.

No, that’s an understatement. It’s been year. And a day. (OK, not quite… but you catch my drift.)

I’m getting ready to graduate the program I was so eager to begin. I completed my first triathlon. I’ve practically overhauled my entire philosophy on fitness, food, and wellness. From what I hear, I’m one of few nursing students that walk away from the experience healthier.
In that same vein, I had to come to grips with a devastating eating disorder and confess it to my parents. (Who knows if they even take me seriously?) Had an amazing experience, and discovered great joy, in singing with my church’s worship band; my relationship with God has strengthened and is continually maturing. In fact, today I started discipleship classes with my mother! (THAT should be interesting…)

In this midst of this awakening, I’m finding that I’m much smarter than I give myself credit; I’m more mature than people twice my age; I’ve been blessed with many abilities to understand, adapt, discern, empathize… the list goes on. I couldn’t be more grateful!

If it sounds like I’m being a bit of a braggart, then please forgive my doing so, but that’s exactly what’s going on here. For once, I’m giving myself credit, and perhaps that’s the greatest gift that my education has given me. With graduation fast approaching, I may have a very real chance of being the top graduate in my rotation. Who knows if that will actually happen, as I’m sure there are others in the night class that have done phenomenally well, themselves… BUT even finishing this program is major to me. Who never finishes anything. Ever. (I mean, come on… I couldn’t keep up with a blog!)
To have even the possibility of finishing at or near the top after the rocky start I had in college is truly a testament to what I am capable of. (“…through Christ who strengthens me.” Phil 4:13 YES, I went there.)

Do you happen to remember that I’m an elitist?

Well, I must comment on this while I have the forum. You see, in the thousands of dollars and countless hours I spent at UTSA trying to pass a few select courses (others I let fall by the wayside just because I was… dumb), I think I met maybe one professor that I truly appreciated. In probably just about the same amount of time (total), and about as much money, I’ve met at least five instructors that have made a big influence on me. On one campus. At my disposal. And one, I daresay, is a genius… and she has personally told me that she will accept nothing less than medical school from me.

Screw the fact that none of the credits I’ve earned at Kaplan will transfer to mainstream academic. ‘Cause you know what? THAT boost of confidence, THAT letter of recommendation, especially from THAT level of professional… completely priceless. I’m honored, truly. While I won’t name names, those that have learned from her know exactly who I’m talking about. So thank you.

With that, though, I do believe I need to sleep. Pediatrics exam in the AM. Let’s hope I didn’t jinx myself. haha
I’m going to leave you with my latest inspiration obsession. ❤

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One comment

  1. Nice to meet you. Thank you for your kind comment on my site. I read your post, it’s great, you’re on fire.
    You know how they say: “the teacher comes when the student is ready?” You’re ready. In fact the more I wake to my present state of consciousness, I realize more and more that my teachers abound, they are everywhere and funny, they were always there, I was just too busy to notice or too caught up in my own belief systems to care. I try to remember that there is much to be learned from the not so stellar teachers too, we just have to put on a different lens.
    I look forward to coming back to your site and reading up on your progress.
    Congratulations on your accomplishments, you will help so many along the way.



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