I don’t know what it is like to go away to school for four years, to start a whole new life, live with friends, wake up with friends, share hopes, dreams and Vodka with a group of pals, and then one day wake up and the party is over. That’s not to say that going away to school should be taken lightly as party city, but facts are facts and realization is real.
My second child is graduating college this week and so far hasn’t found a job. It’s not going to be easy. She is getting a BSN and first jobs in hopsitals are few and far between. On top of it, she hasn’t even taken the NClex or whatever it’s called. That’s scheduled for July. No NClex, no license, she’s living in a state of limbo.
But worse than that, she has to come home. Not that she’s not coming home to a loving family, a beautiful house and all, but she grew apart from many of the kids from high school. Her real friends are those that shared her life from her first day in a freshman dorm, through all the Hoes and Bro’s parties, Halloweens where she needed at least three different costume changes, and just really learning how to live on her own with her gal pals.
I’m getting depressed just wondering what life is going to be like for her. You may say she is spoiled, and perhaps she is. I toiled and put myself through school at night, starting years after I graduated from high school. I worked full time and commuted from Northern New Jersey, into Manhattan, into Hudson County to school after work, and then back home through the dead body dumping ground of the Meadowlands three nights a week for years.
I swore to myself that my kids (and I have three) would go to college, live on campus if it killed them. Well, truth be told, it almost killed me. Do you know how many call’s we’d get at 2:00 in the morning? “Mom, can you put Dad on the phone and have him talk to the campus police?” These types of calls were usually from our son who’s upper echelon school prided itself from going from one of the best party schools in the nation turning on a dime into a virtual prison camp by placing “brownies” behind trees capturing and writing up kids walking home from frat parties, etc. Weird.
Anyway, child number 2 is coming home next week and I don’t know what to expect. Sure, she can find some odd jobs around the house and for the neighbors, but once she takes the NClex and then gets her nursing license in the state she choose (and no, she’s not even dreaming of having it here in New Jersey), then it’s the completion (hopefully) of the marathon she started last January of trying to find a hospital (or any medical facility) that will take a new graduate nurse.
I’m not looking forward to the next few weeks, I can tell you that.
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