Although my motives for becoming a nurse haven't always been as set in place as they are now I have always, ever since I can remember, had the idea that this was the profession for me. I am an outgoing person who enjoys working with and helping people. Nearing the end of high school I remember feeling rather unsure of what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. After thoroughly reviewing my choices I decided that nursing seemed to be the profession that encompassed all of my strong points and offered me challenges that I would enjoy seeking and accomplishing. Knowing full well that my decision to enter the nursing field was one I was not entirely certain of I decided to embark on the journey nonetheless.
During my first year of study I was kept very busy trying to juggle all of my courses and at the same time decide if this was indeed the program for me. After getting to know my teachers as well as their expectations of me, as well as starting into the clinical experience I discovered that I seemed to fit in very well into the program. Not only was I doing well in the academic aspect of the nursing program but to my surprise I was actually enjoying it. My first clinical experience was one I will never forget. I experienced so much in such a short period of time. I became very close and comfortable with my teacher, classmates, and clients. Most importantly, it was at this point that I discovered without a doubt in my mind that this was the profession for me. All my experiences in the clinical environment were positive and educational. However, nearing the end of the school year I found myself very tired and worn out wondering if I would be able to work in such a field that demanded so much of my time, energy, and heart. .
During the summer the answer to the lingering question I had concerning if I would be able to handle being a nurse was clearly revealed to me. Over the summer months I became sick and ended up spending almost three weeks in the hospital in which roles became reversed.