I was accepted.
This is weird. I don't know what made it. Maybe I was the last one who got in, or the quality of the other applicants was bad? Nevertheless, I'm in. At first I was excited, happy. Then I realized that.. regardless of all the butt wiping and the prospect to end up in the geriatrics ward, I would like to be one. I like helping people, and I think I have this.. air, to make people comfortable when they are feeling bad.
Well. I'm going to be an engineer. Means 9 to 5 working hours instead of three-shift work hours. Meaning a better pay. Not having to wipe anyone's ass... Then why am I not happy?
I think I'm one of those people who always has plans and dreams, but unhappy whichever way it goes..
I wonder if I could finish them both at the same time? It's a lot of work.. and there's a lot of practice involved in nursing...