Who am I? Part #3: Young Adult

I nearly missed going to nursing school as my parents told me during my senior year in high school that there was no money. But God provided and I received a grant via the high school principal. The stipulations included: 

1.   Must maintain a B+ average.

           2.  Must meet with the principal every semester.

           3.  Must never ask about the source of the money.

I complied. Everything was paid except $100 in my senior year, due after graduation.

For these 3 years, I earned money by babysitting- usually for doctors' children- or by working as an aide at the hospital. Thus, I rarely joined my classmates to go shopping. 

Classmate Suzanne realized why I didn't join in and she began  leaving small amounts of money under my jewelry box. Now I could  buy a soda and join my classmates for popcorn She even took me by train to her home in Detroit for a weekend. Her parents treated me as if I was a VIP guest.

During freshman year I had awful roommates. Both were disliked by everyone. Because I endured without complaining, I was given a private room during my junior and senior years. What a deal!

Nursing school was hard and I studied most of my waking hours. It was worth it as I proudly walked down the aisle for the graduation mass on May 30th. The bishop pinned our school pin on, the chairman of the board handed us our diploma and everyone congratulated us. We all wore the graduation white uniform we had chosen several months prior. Our cap had a black velvet stripe. We were GNs- graduate nurses.

I took my state boards in October and scored well. Now I was a RN! My dream since 2nd grade had come true.

                                                                                                                                                          To Be Continued