Dream On

You know that pressure that you have on you in high school? That pressure of deciding where you are going to go to school and what you are going to study when you get there. My important decision went something like this: KU wasn’t even on the radar until all the other options, which I thought were good options, turned out to be not so great options (great schools, just not for me). So at a point of desperation, I visited KU in February my senior year. And in my desperation I came into the visit knowing that this was my last option (at least in my mind) and I had to like it and make it work. I visited, I liked, and the rest is history.

The idea of nursing popped into my head one day my senior year. My Chemistry teacher Mr. Mac mentioned that he thought it was a great profession. I think that is all he said about it, but it got me to thinking. I had thought of nursing before because mi madre is one, but not until that day did I get serious about possibly becoming a nurse. However, Mom, a nurse, actually tried to talk me out of the idea. She would claim she was just warning me, “Baby cakes (that is what she likes to call me…sweet and affectionate I think), you can become anything you would like, but know that you are getting into nursing for the same reasons that I did. I get frustrated because I just want to take care of people but you can’t do what you want exactly. There is red tape and papers and HMO’s. You will see sadness and inequality and you will get upset.” Well, nursing school is still Plan A.

But being the planner that I am (to those who are laughing because I referred to myself as a planner: I like to plan big things like dreams, not so hot with the details…) I have thought of some other career options.

Plan A- Nursing school. I want to be able to physically see people being healed and love them and take care of them.

Plan B- Cosmetology school. I love doing hair and nails and I think that I would enjoy doing this. I would open my own salon and it would be called Cuts by K.

Plan C- marry into money. Just kidding…sort of. On Saturday night I was telling the three girls that I was with about this blog. When I said that Plan C was marrying into money, all three of them in unison said, “why isn’t that Plan A?” haha…

Plan D- Opening a pottery store. It would be called Ceramics by K and it would have pottery from different cultures and I might make some of it also.

Plan E- Chemistry teacher. Chemistry by K? I don' t think that you get to name your business if it is teaching. But anyway, I heart chem!

Plan F- Parenting coach. There are some bad parents out there who could use some assistance. Since I am not a parent, I would take a few classes and use the great role models that I have in my own parents, and maybe I could help some people. Like Super Nanny. Children by K…that sounds more like a surrogate mom business than a parenting coaching organization, scary.

Plan G- opening Sharrie’s. When I was a young girl of about 13 and Logan was 9ish we would stay home by ourselves during the day in the summer. At the house we lived at, there was a window in between the kitchen and the dinning room where you could sit. Logan would sit at the window and call me Sharrie (a good name for an ice cream lady we figured) and order a peanut butter shake. We didn’t have a blender at the time so we would have to use a wire whip to “blend” the ice cream, vanilla, milk, and peanut butter. Haha, oh dear goodness…I am sure that a peanut butter shake sans blender ice cream store would work, right?

Dont Get Your Hopes Up

I would love to write a new blog. It would probably be about something funny or interesting that has happened recently. But I do not have time for that because I have to write a lab report on the hysterectomy of a lab rat. Yes, removing a uterus from a rat. Oh KU, you are educating us so thoroughly!