If ever you become anxious to purge yourself of any nervous tic, communication flaw, or poorly executed social skill you’ve adopted, I urge you to go to nursing school. If you do not believe you have such a defect, I assure you that you are wrong, and a nursing instructor could identify one and cure you of it before you even introduced yourelf.
In nursing school, they will soon have you examining every dark corner of your very soul, questioning not only if you deserve to pursue this noble profession, but if you are even worthy of the space you take up on this earth and the precious oxygen you are selfishly consuming with every breath you breathe.
“Kori, your hands are in your pockets again. Kori, look in my eyes, not at the floor. Why are you breathing like that? Do you always breath like that under stress? You’re going to have to fix that.”
One time during and exam, an instructor took a male student’s jacket off of his chair and without saying a word, draped it over the back of my chair because my jeans were too low in back. I still wear compression shorts beneath my jeans so that there is no way my skin will show when I sit. I wouldn’t even take a clicky pen to class because you risk getting it taken away if you clicked it nervously.
While walking through Hell, I despised and resented it. In hindsight, however, I get it. I really do. It was never about any of those nitpicky flaws. It wasn’t about a power trip, or demanding perfection. Those instructors have a seemingly harsh, but hugely necessary responsibility to keep people that ought not be in nursing out of the field. They are the gatekeepers to a profession that demands thick skin, a backbone, a sharp mind, and a gentle touch. Such a combination is not found in every applicant that makes the initial cut. Pulling the weeds early is vital and ultimately kinder to everyone involved. So if nursing professors are ever portrayed as heinous monsters, know that they are not, though many have likely gotten good at playing the part. They are indirectly protecting you and your loved ones. They are sculpting able caregivers and assuring that are there for the right reasons. They know that their own lives and the lives of their families may very well someday rest in the hands of one of their pupils. So keep your chin up, student. Remember, there is a lesson in everything. The voices you deplore today, you’ll thank God for later.