For those of you who don’t know my whole story, I am a nursing student.
I returned to school three years ago to pursue a career path I had put on hold while my children were young.
Going back to university in my forties has not been an easy road, but I was successful, and happy about my decision.
Until last March.
Last March I failed one of the required courses to graduate.
Unfortunately, having to repeat this course also means that I can’t begin my fourth year courses until May, 2012, which not only delays my entrance into the nursing profession, but also means I have to do something I’m not very good at.
Suck. It. Up.
Last night, as I was sitting in the party centre where my youngest son, Terran was having his birthday party, I had no wifi, and lots of time on my hands.
Of course, I quickly wanted to go down the path of self-pity, and explore my failure as a student, which inevitably would lead me down the path of all the other areas of my life in which I have not been successful.
So I was debating the self-pity trip, when I heard a noise.
This is a bouncy contraption on which children can jump wearing a velcro suit, and launch themselves at the back wall, which is also made of velcro.
The child should end up stuck on the wall (preferably for extended periods of time, but I suspect the owners frown upon using the velcro wall as a babysitter).
You might think that the moral of the story is that continued attempts eventually pay off.
Yes, that could be one moral.
Or another one could be: have velcro wall, the kids will give you long enough to thoroughly reconsider your career path.
By the time I left that place, I had contemplated becoming a vet, childcare worker (shuddup), esthetician, and runway fashion model.