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The recurring dream
9 April 2008 14:51Slept in today, woke up to make coffee and back to bed I went.
I had the recurring dream again. It bothers me, that it bothers me.
This time, the same theme was transformed into another story.
I was at Viterbo, or Clarke, in the nursing program, and because of some religious class or some accedemic failure to take a religious class, I was being kicked out of the nursing program. Lisa K (my Clarke peds instructor) was there. I tracked her down in a maze of glass elevators big enough for a small house to fit in, and held a converence, not in her office, on a cloth covered ottoman, while I laid 1/2 in frustration and 1/2 in tears, trying to figure a way out...
She knew already. Rumors spread pretty fast in a college population of 1,500.
What frustrated me, was that at the time I was a practicing nurse in Iowa, and why was it so hard to just get through a fucking nursing program. I didn't understand the concept. That something so small could hold up something so big--like my future.
The concept of this is something that I struggle with. Those obstacles that get in the way, and how we, or I, find some way to overcome them. Those little earthquakes.
Then. I woke up.
I had the recurring dream again. It bothers me, that it bothers me.
This time, the same theme was transformed into another story.
I was at Viterbo, or Clarke, in the nursing program, and because of some religious class or some accedemic failure to take a religious class, I was being kicked out of the nursing program. Lisa K (my Clarke peds instructor) was there. I tracked her down in a maze of glass elevators big enough for a small house to fit in, and held a converence, not in her office, on a cloth covered ottoman, while I laid 1/2 in frustration and 1/2 in tears, trying to figure a way out...
She knew already. Rumors spread pretty fast in a college population of 1,500.
What frustrated me, was that at the time I was a practicing nurse in Iowa, and why was it so hard to just get through a fucking nursing program. I didn't understand the concept. That something so small could hold up something so big--like my future.
The concept of this is something that I struggle with. Those obstacles that get in the way, and how we, or I, find some way to overcome them. Those little earthquakes.
Then. I woke up.