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I'm an ABC and this is where I vent and share my life stories. A little bit about myself is that I am an aspiring murse (male nurse), I play guitar, I love God, and although people see me as a goody 2 shoes I am above all...Human. So don't judge if I get angry or frustrated sometimes because Christians aren't perfect, only forgiven :) So I hope you guys enjoy my thoughts on life. K BYE. Oh yeah I also own the blog wtfoodge.com and I play ping pong.

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17 April 11

I Got Into Nursing School.

     I feel like this is a sweet beginning to the end. Stony Brook has less than a 10% acceptance rate to their nursing school and now that I’m in I need to focus on what matters. My number one goal and probably my number one struggle for next semester is discipline. I love being a free-spirit, doing what I want when I want, but nursing school is no joke. I can no longer study when I want to and sleep and wake whenever I want. I know discipline is a huge thing when it comes to the Christian walk and it’s something I’ve been lacking. Anyway, this post isn’t about discipline and I kind of just got side-tracked. The point of this post is to tell you about what happened when I found out I got into nursing school.

     To be totally honest, I feel like I had a good chance of getting in, but at the same time those feelings were paralleled with feelings of doubt. I think the hardest part about it was the wait, the anticipation. From the moment I submitted my application, it was all faith from there. I don’t like to use the term “let go let God”, because people usually use it as an excuse to not do anything and hope that God would do the work, but at that point it was literally out of my hands. I always told myself that when I found out that I got into nursing school I would be doing jumping jacks and cartwheels while screaming at the top of my lungs. That did not happen. I was at Stony at the time and I was sleeping in my old room. It was 11 AM and I was dreading signing up for classes. Why? Well let me list the reasons for you.

  • I had to plan everything out to make sure I got all the proper courses that I needed so I would graduate in a year.
  • I would have to overload my schedule with psychology classes for next semester.
  • I would probably not get into a lot of those classes due to budget cuts.

So everything I listed above was before I found out I got into nursing school. My plan b was the finish up my psych degree and apply for the one year program. Well…God was good and I got into the two year program. As I logged on to Solar (The website that Stony Brook students use to pay for rooming/classes/food, apply for rooming, classes, and all that jazz). Well, under the category “My student applications” there was a tab that I’ve never seen before. It said “My decision” or something like that. I knew what it was and I was scared out of my mind because the results of a year and a half of work was just a click away. I said a short prayer and it pretty much went like this:

God…Whatever happens I know it’s part of your plan… BUT PLEASE LET ME IN THIS NURSING SCHOOL !!!

And with that, I clicked the link and all I saw was “Congratulations! You’ve been accepted to…” and I was like O_O, and then I scrolled tot he bottom and there were two links:” I accept, I decline”, I clicked accept and I said a prayer to God thanking Him. I didn’t shout for joy, I didn’t scream, I didn’t do cartwheels…I simply thanked Him. Then I called my dad, and being the Asian parent he is who doesn’t like to show emotion he just said “That is good…Go tell your mom”. And my mom being the Asian parent she is, she said “Good”, or something along those lines. I know deep inside they were really happy and really relieved. They’ve been bothering me since day one about when I’d find out. Well with that said, let me say that God is good and that anything is possible. I simply ask you guys pray for me as I embark on this journey called Nursing School. I do not expect it to be a simple task and it’d probably be foolish to even think so, but I ask that God meets me in this place and that I discipline myself in my time management.

By the way this thing is really long, so I’m not even going to bother to proofread it. K BYE!

3 March 11

I’m Awake.

I shouldn’t have gotten a large Slurpee at 3 AM…I’M STILL AWAKE AND I CAN’T SLEEEPEEPEPEPEPEPPSADFSDF.

10 February 11

I’m At Stony Brook for 3 Days!

Wow, it feels like it has been an eternity since the last time I was here. Upon stepping out of the LIRR as it pulled into Stony Brook station, I felt this bittersweet feeling inside of me. Bitter because I know full well that I’m not a full-time student here at Stony, sweet because I get to spend the next 3 days here with my family. I met up with a bunch of brothers from IV to eat dinner at Denny’s and it was a great time of catching up. Something I miss so dearly about college is eating late at night. There is something very liberating about eating late at night: no parents to tell you what to do, just having a good time. This feeling makes me want to stay here but I know in a day I’ll be back home, boring home… (sigh)

2 February 11
As the youngest child of my family, space and control has always been an issue: I never have my personal space. I’d like to just live life independently without any parents bothering me. I guess the reason why I have such a sporadic sleeping schedule which was developed in college was because in college I was not told what to do. At home I am told when I should sleep and I don’t really have a choice in the matter. Sleeping late has always appealed to me because I like to do things at night. I can do my homework because no one bothers me, I can play video games because if you have enough friends who want to play at that hour, it’s just more fun! So that is exactly why I went out of control in college…And I loved it.
I  guess I can’t really say the same about the party life, because it never appealed to me. Some people are straight A students in high school and then when college comes along, they party their lives away. I never partied in high school and I never partied in college because it wasn’t my cup of tea. My cup of tea was just my personal space. Which explains why I am also really messy in college. My parents always force me to clean things up when I feel like it’s not necessary to do so, which is probably why when college came along my room was pretty messy. They then go ahead and say how nurses can’t be this messy…Well…There is a difference when it’s your JOB and you get PAID to be responsible. I guess you can say I’m one of those people who put my things all over the place, but I’m able to find it when I need it.
Which comes to the reason for my rant: I want my own room, but I just don’t want that. I want my own room where my parents won’t bother me and where I can do what I want when I want. No I’m not going to be doing drugs in my room or partying it up, but I just want my privacy. Being the youngest child has its perks, but along with them are many crappy things. My parents are very loving to their children, but that is the problem…I’m not 5 years old! How can it be that I’m 20 years old and my parents are telling me what to wear because it is cold?? Why would they tell me when to eat because it’s “that time to eat”?! I’ll eat when I’m hungry!
My parents don’t understand that I’m one of those people who will get school work done when it’s necessary. They keep telling me to do something constructive with my time off, but being rebellious, knowing full well that I have the semester off I don’t want to. Yes I will find a job, but in my own time…I can’t wait to get a job and move out…Apparently it’s bad in Asian families for someone to move out when they get a job, but I was born here and I like the American way of life: parents kick you out right after you graduate and get a job. Pretty much fend for yourself in the wild when you are able to.
[Asian] Parents think they know what is best for their children, but at a certain age, you need to just let your children do their own walking…What do you guys think!? I don’t even know who the crap reads my blog, but yeah…What do you guys think?!

As the youngest child of my family, space and control has always been an issue: I never have my personal space. I’d like to just live life independently without any parents bothering me. I guess the reason why I have such a sporadic sleeping schedule which was developed in college was because in college I was not told what to do. At home I am told when I should sleep and I don’t really have a choice in the matter. Sleeping late has always appealed to me because I like to do things at night. I can do my homework because no one bothers me, I can play video games because if you have enough friends who want to play at that hour, it’s just more fun! So that is exactly why I went out of control in college…And I loved it.

I  guess I can’t really say the same about the party life, because it never appealed to me. Some people are straight A students in high school and then when college comes along, they party their lives away. I never partied in high school and I never partied in college because it wasn’t my cup of tea. My cup of tea was just my personal space. Which explains why I am also really messy in college. My parents always force me to clean things up when I feel like it’s not necessary to do so, which is probably why when college came along my room was pretty messy. They then go ahead and say how nurses can’t be this messy…Well…There is a difference when it’s your JOB and you get PAID to be responsible. I guess you can say I’m one of those people who put my things all over the place, but I’m able to find it when I need it.

Which comes to the reason for my rant: I want my own room, but I just don’t want that. I want my own room where my parents won’t bother me and where I can do what I want when I want. No I’m not going to be doing drugs in my room or partying it up, but I just want my privacy. Being the youngest child has its perks, but along with them are many crappy things. My parents are very loving to their children, but that is the problem…I’m not 5 years old! How can it be that I’m 20 years old and my parents are telling me what to wear because it is cold?? Why would they tell me when to eat because it’s “that time to eat”?! I’ll eat when I’m hungry!

My parents don’t understand that I’m one of those people who will get school work done when it’s necessary. They keep telling me to do something constructive with my time off, but being rebellious, knowing full well that I have the semester off I don’t want to. Yes I will find a job, but in my own time…I can’t wait to get a job and move out…Apparently it’s bad in Asian families for someone to move out when they get a job, but I was born here and I like the American way of life: parents kick you out right after you graduate and get a job. Pretty much fend for yourself in the wild when you are able to.

[Asian] Parents think they know what is best for their children, but at a certain age, you need to just let your children do their own walking…What do you guys think!? I don’t even know who the crap reads my blog, but yeah…What do you guys think?!

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh