I’m the apple of my great grand mothers’ eyes; well at least that’s what I thought.
One summer my mother let me stay with my great grandmother. My granny would take me everywhere. We went to the beach, carnivals, and the zoo. Every day was an adventure. My granny had a best friend whom grand daughter was coming to spend time with her as well. They thought it would be a good idea for all of us to hang out. Well normally I loved to play with other girls because around this time I was the only child, but this girl was a nerd. She wanted to read books and play school. Who in their right mind would want to play school in the summer time? She made me play the student...
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...to say I received a twelve out of thirteen the other day on a quiz. The best part of it was when my English teacher said,” if you did good on this you will most likely do good on your nursing critical thinking as well.” That statement right there was the one that struck me. If this class can help me with my critical thinking skills and, to pinpoint what it is I need from a book or case study, then it explains my being here.
As you can see all my life I was either forced, trying to get approval, or had to prove a point when it came to reading and writing. Growing up people read and wrote stories as a hobby. I read and wrote as a necessity. I guess it’s no wonder why I hate it so much. It wasn’t until now that I actually had a purpose for it. Maybe this time around I can have a new experience but, until then I had reading and writing and I’m sticking to it. = ]
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