The time has come again for me to pack up my book bag and head to school for another fun-filled semester of nursing school. I use the phrase “fun-filled” very loosely, as my first clinical will be in a locked down psych ward. In my preparation for the class, I read that we are all only one step away from a mental illness, which I found somewhat disheartening. Oh, and I also diagnosed myself as having a social disorder. I am unmedicated at this point, however, if they keep making me get up in class doing stupid presentations, I might reconsider. Speaking of disorders, I’ve also decided to add something to my list of phobias: cruise ships (don’t even try to tell me they are safe)
In order to get rejuvenated and ward off probable mental illness, I decided to hit a few places I’d been wanting to try out, and hope that the fun would tide me over until May.
One of my “habits” that sits on hold while in school is shopping at Thrift stores. And don’t go thinking I’m doing it cause I live close to Boulder and feel pressured to repurpose stuff. No, I’ve been shopping at thrift stores for years, way before it was trendy. I’ve learned a few tricks over the years, and have honed my shopping skills so much that I feel it’s almost an art. I’d heard about a particular thrift store that I’d never been to and decided it was time to try it out. And to make it even more fun, I brought along my friend Grace, who was a thrift store virgin. We also met up with our friend Karen, who is a bit obsessed like me, and began to hunt for bargains.
Explaining how to shop at thrift stores to a newbie is fun. Grace is a bit of a shopper herself, and while she wasn’t used to buying clothes worn by others that could be covered in lice, she jumped right in. We headed to the shoe section first, and were instantly impressed by the selection of boots. Grace began pulling them down for me to try on, while discussing the shape of the toe as being “classic” or “rounded”. Instantly I knew she’d already surpassed my shopping skills. Eventually she wandered off to another section, and Karen and I were left in the shoes. That’s when it hit me.
You try to prepare for these things, but you just never know when or where you might walk into trouble. I knew I only had seconds to move, before the smell took me completely out. I grabbed Karen as quickly as a soldier might grab his comrade out of the range of a missle and mouthed, “someone tooted BAD and we have to get out of here NOW” without being too obvious. I realized I was actually extremely obvious, as I was running, gagging, and laughing my head off all the way to the women’s shirts. Karen made it out as well, thankfully. We gave it some time to dissipate before heading back to footwear. Lucky for Will I’m brave and don’t let a little gas scare me off, cause he has some new Chuck Taylors that will get him through 1st grade.
The rest of the shopping experience was pleasant and productive. I found some cute active wear for me, a shirt for Jack, shoes for Will, and some new sweats for Billy. I knew I’d made a mistake when Billy tried on his new sweatpants. They are the shiny kind of active wear, and he liked them so much he almost didn’t let me wash them before wearing them all over the house. Once they were clean, he wouldn’t take the darn things off, and began proudly calling them his new “pant-a-loons”. If I’d known he was going to sleep in them, I would’ve washed them in “hot” instead of just “warm”.
The last fun outing I had before I hit the books was working in Faith’s 3rd grade class. Within the first two minutes, I knew I was going to be put to work! I sharpened about 300 pencils—no joke, got arthritis from using scissors, checked the children’s clock tests, and had the best morning of my whole week! Faith proudly brought her work up for me to look over, and I placed stickers on her nose each with each little task she accomplished. The other children looked surprised and secretly wondered why Faith had the funnest mom ever and they don’t. At recess I went out with Faith and watched her on the bars—her and her friends scare me to death the way they hang down like little possums. When my time was up, I went home and tried to stay busy until I could go back and pick them all up.
I’ll be counting the days down till summer is here, and we are all together again. There’s gonna be some hard days between now and then…but my motto for 2012 is: Wake up. Get through it. Be thankful.