There are a few childhood memories that will always stick out in my mind and at the top of that list is this question-
“So, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
I cannot even begin to count the number of times I had to come up with answers for this query. At age 5, my usual answer was that I wanted to become an orthopaedic surgeon. Then of course there was the follow-up question of “why?” I simply explained everything my 5-year-old brain understood about orthopaedics with- “So I can take out the bad bones and put in new ones” (insert orthopaedics joke of choice here).
As I began to “grow up,” my goals and focus shifted several times, ranging from heavy equipment operator/contractor, to farmer, to airline pilot, and then finally to becoming a nurse. During my senior year of high school I began making college plans to study nursing. It seemed like the perfect choice- I could get an Associate degree, take boards and start working/making money in just 2 years of college, and NEVER have to go to school again! Sign me up!
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