It isn't like I didn't know it was coming, I did. I did and yet it still managed to piss me off. Entirely my own fault as I didn't apply on or by equal consideration date, February 1st. Covid has turned my brain mostly to mush and I was so caught up in virtual school with my kids, working, Rogers knee surgery, outbreaks at his job because of stupid selfish fucking morons (Roger tested negative and was off work shortly after that gor his surgery) I turned around and it was February 12th
I, as of this morning, am current waitlist position number #123. In my head I've pretty much already decided it isn't happening for September BUT the good news in this is I applied to both September intake as well as January and equal consideration for January is June 1st, so I'm definitely in time for that. Supposed to be a good thing but all I keep thinking is it is still 4 additional more months of waiting.
I am far too excited, if that is possible, to get into nursing. My regret is that I didn't just take the chance years and years ago but I really didn't think it was realistic for me. The upside is that my youngest kid is 13 and they are able to babysit themselves so I have the advantage of not having to pay for sitters or after school programs etc.
I should probably spend the additional 4 months learning some patience as I will need it, clearly. Maybe this is a test, ha. I haven't fully given up on September, but I am definitely preparing myself for the possibility that all this awesomeness has to wait a little bit longer for greatness.
