In my 17 years of life, I’ve had many experiences, good and bad. The one that has been the best, and most influential in my life so far is my fall 2015 CNA class. I did not want to take this class, at all. My dad however thought it would be a good idea for me to do so. His mother was a nurse, and he thought it was a great profession to go into. I signed up for the class, thinking it was a waste of my time. Nursing, bleh. I thought “What do nurses go anyway? They 're just glorified doctor 's assistants,” boy was I wrong.
The first few weeks of my class were filled with bookwork, and I loved it. I’ve always been intrigued by medical studies, but did not think to do anything with it. I never found myself bored in that class. Everything came …show more content…
I knew the material and practiced my skills religiously. What did I have to fear? Nothing, but the thing is, life likes to throw curve balls. I got sick. Very sick. I had been for weeks. The day before my test I went to the doctor, he said I had bronchitis and advised me not to take the test but I wanted to. So the morning of it, I took my medicine made some coffee and everything seemed okay. Except, after taking my medicine I threw it up, and since I was preoccupied with my head over the toilet I had no time for my coffee at home. I opened the kitchen cabinet and looked for my to-go cup. It was nowhere in site and the bus was already at my stop. The combination of being sick and running down the hill to catch my bus made me super exhausted. However, I went on and took the test. I passed the written part, then it was time to demonstrate some of the CNA skills. Going into the skills testing part, I remember feeling confident, but I can’t really recall what happened at all. Long story short, I ended up failing. Immediately after getting my results I cried. I bawled the whole way home and hours after that. Before this I had never really failed anything major before, so this was very new to me. I felt like I let everyone down around me, my friends, my family, my CNA teachers, and …show more content…
After the second time I wanted to give up. I didn’t tell my mom because I didn’t want her to be disappointed in me and it was $75 to take the test each time. So I decided I wasn’t going to try again. A few days after I told my CNA teacher I was giving up, she met me in the hall. “God has found a way for you to take your test again,” by that she meant someone had paid for me to retake it. I was so thankful, I cried. She hugged me and told me the date for retesting. I figured one of the nursing teachers paid, or they put some money together for me to retake it. Knowing that they believed in me so much meant a lot to me, and I didn’t want to disappoint them. I studied so hard everyday, going over the skills forward and backwards. Testing day came and I was so confident. I took the test and it was a breeze. Two weeks later my results came back and I passed! I was overjoyed and told my nursing teachers the news immediately. Failing used to not be an option for me, but now I’ve learned it 's okay to fail sometimes, just not okay to give up. My CNA class taught me many things about life that have made me who I am today. Not only has it shaped me into the person I am, it’s helped me figure out what I want do with my life. I hope to be able to further my career as a nurse and become an RN, with a bachelor 's degree in nursing science. Working with people who need care appeals to me, I want to be able to help others everyday even if it’s
The first few weeks of my class were filled with bookwork, and I loved it. I’ve always been intrigued by medical studies, but did not think to do anything with it. I never found myself bored in that class. Everything came …show more content…
I knew the material and practiced my skills religiously. What did I have to fear? Nothing, but the thing is, life likes to throw curve balls. I got sick. Very sick. I had been for weeks. The day before my test I went to the doctor, he said I had bronchitis and advised me not to take the test but I wanted to. So the morning of it, I took my medicine made some coffee and everything seemed okay. Except, after taking my medicine I threw it up, and since I was preoccupied with my head over the toilet I had no time for my coffee at home. I opened the kitchen cabinet and looked for my to-go cup. It was nowhere in site and the bus was already at my stop. The combination of being sick and running down the hill to catch my bus made me super exhausted. However, I went on and took the test. I passed the written part, then it was time to demonstrate some of the CNA skills. Going into the skills testing part, I remember feeling confident, but I can’t really recall what happened at all. Long story short, I ended up failing. Immediately after getting my results I cried. I bawled the whole way home and hours after that. Before this I had never really failed anything major before, so this was very new to me. I felt like I let everyone down around me, my friends, my family, my CNA teachers, and …show more content…
After the second time I wanted to give up. I didn’t tell my mom because I didn’t want her to be disappointed in me and it was $75 to take the test each time. So I decided I wasn’t going to try again. A few days after I told my CNA teacher I was giving up, she met me in the hall. “God has found a way for you to take your test again,” by that she meant someone had paid for me to retake it. I was so thankful, I cried. She hugged me and told me the date for retesting. I figured one of the nursing teachers paid, or they put some money together for me to retake it. Knowing that they believed in me so much meant a lot to me, and I didn’t want to disappoint them. I studied so hard everyday, going over the skills forward and backwards. Testing day came and I was so confident. I took the test and it was a breeze. Two weeks later my results came back and I passed! I was overjoyed and told my nursing teachers the news immediately. Failing used to not be an option for me, but now I’ve learned it 's okay to fail sometimes, just not okay to give up. My CNA class taught me many things about life that have made me who I am today. Not only has it shaped me into the person I am, it’s helped me figure out what I want do with my life. I hope to be able to further my career as a nurse and become an RN, with a bachelor 's degree in nursing science. Working with people who need care appeals to me, I want to be able to help others everyday even if it’s