You can't deny it.
So I drove in to the cement carpark where nothing had changed and I pay a premium to be.
But I can imagine that it's cheap compared to many.
I walked through the over airconditioned office and was spoken to like I was the biggest inconvenience known to man, or in this case, woman, and I felt like I was home.
Then I went into the cafeteria, where I paid $5.50 for a ham and cheese sandwich, and $3.50 for a small, diet coke. I washed up in the bathroom with no soap, a disctint smell of urine and toilet paper on the floor, and then hiked through the tired halls to the lecture theatre to find my seat.
The lecture began, and I huffed and sighed and grunted - trying in vain to get comfortable in the flip down plastic they pass off as seats. I rolled my eyes when told we should try to cram as much into our lives and cope, all the while getting fantastic marks. Because apparently it looks better on your resume if you can cook, clean, work a job, volunteer in the community on the side whilst studying full time and still get distinctions. It shows you are capable of multitasking.
I wonder if they would say the same if it was a lecture theatre full of men?
Then I hoorayed when the next lecturer told us the importance of prioritising this year. And then rolled my eyes again at the conflicting advice.
Typical University.
And then, when I was feeling stressed, and annoyed, and hungry (the ham sandwich didn't cut it) - they flashed up this:
To see those words. Final year! I can't believe it. All the hard work, sweat, tears and maybe a few times - blood (!) I am about to finish what I started all those years ago. And you know what? I'll probably miss the piss toilets and the shitty, overpriced food. I'll even miss the cement carpark! But at the same time, Im so excited to be something I only ever dreamed of being. A nurse.
Wish me luck and good learning vibes!
xx
