Hi, I’m SarahThe.
I am the Millennial Generation. Well, not all of it. I guess it’s more accurate to say that I’m a member of the Millennial Generation. But isn’t that just like someone from the millennial generation to be all self-centered and Oh-My-Gawd-Look-At-Me?
Yeah. Like I said. I am the Millennial Generation.
Anyway. I live in North Texas with my husband, Zack. In lieu of children, we have a dog and a cat. The dog is Scout, and she is really excited to meet you. Scout sleeps on the bed with me every night until Zack comes into our room and kicks her out. For this reason, (understandably, I feel,) Scout loves me more than she loves Zack.
Zack is dealing with this canine rejection quite well because he is Cruz the Cat’s all-time favorite. Truth be told, I’m pretty sure Cruz the cat is gay. He seems to prefer men over women. But more than he loves men in general, Cruz loves ZACK. He’s all about Zack, all of the time. Any time Zack and I are snuggled up on any horizontal surface, it’s only a matter of time until the orange, shed-tastic furball that is our cat comes launching onto our bodies, feverishly seeking out a hand. He has figured out that hands are where all the magic lives. In Cruz’s world, hands are for petting, and Zack is for doing his bidding. It’s a tough life.
The only time Cruz favors me over Zack is when Zack and I are both eating cereal at the same time. He’s figured out that Zack drinks most of his milk, only leaving a few drops in the bowl for him to lick out. I, on the other hand, am not a milk drinker. When I am done eating my Cheerios, Cruz practically receives a swimming pool of milk to drink from. Like any good cat, he knows that swimming pools of milk are far superior to mere drops.
Right now, I am in nursing school. I don’t know if you’ve ever known a nurse or someone who’s ever completed their Bachelor of Science in Nursing, so let me tell you something about getting a nursing degree: It’s really hard. I feel I am entitled to make this assessment since a.) as a nurse (okay, fine, student nurse), I am trained to make assessments, and b.) because this is my second degree, therefore, I have the ability to compare the two experiences.
Graduating with a B.A. in Spanish was much easier than graduating with a B.S. in Nursing.
I finished College 1.0 (for you non-millennials out there, that means College: Round-One) seven years ago when I graduated from a teeny little school with a B.A. in Spanish. When I was graduating, one of my classmates asked my favorite professor what he thought I would do when I graduated. He said that he wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but he was sure that it wasn’t going to have anything directly related to Spanish, such as teaching. Instead, he saw me working in some field where my Spanish skills would prove to be useful, but would not be the primary focus. I’m not trying to say that what he said about my life was a prophecy or anything, but his name is Jesus, so I tend to take what he says very seriously.
So, yeah. Here I am. Working on a Nursing degree which my Spanish degree should augment nicely. If there’s a lesson to be learned here, I think it’s that we should pay attention to Mexican men named Jesus who wander into our lives. Apparently, they know what they’re talking about.
Email: sarahtheblog at gmail dot com.