When I was in high school I really didn't know what I wanted to do with my life as far as a career was concerned. My Mom insisted that I go to college even though I had no idea what I wanted to study. I attended a college about 75 miles away from my home and the first year there I became interested in nursing, even though the school I was attending had no nursing program. I talked to an uncle, who was a doctor, and he encouraged me to be a licensed practical nurse or LPN. There was an LPN school only 30 miles away so I enrolled after I finished my year at college. This was a 12 month program and it was a tough one. We had many clinical hours at a local hospital and also class time hours. I spent my evening hours with the books open and my mind absorbing anatomy, pharmacology, and nursing procedures. There were times when I wanted to throw in the towel and find something else to do with my life. But, at last, it was time for graduation. We had a ceremony where we received our coveted caps and nursing pins. It was a long, hard year but I have never regretted it. Even though I no longer work in the nursing profession, I still have that nursing pin and am very proud of it.
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