Sunday, August 12, 2012

Extreme Makeover- Megan Edition

A couple of weekends ago, Michael, my twin brother, moved out and started his adventure close to Asheville. He's  currently working for some kayaking company and LOVING life closer to the rivers. He's a kayaking freak to say the least. Before he was even out of the house, our younger brother Elliott was already commandeering his room, and rightfully so. Here's a little back ground story for those of you who are unfamiliar with our small household: Elliott and Michael used to "share" a room many moons ago. One day Michael decided that he no longer wanted to have bunk beds so he took them down and poor Elliott was basically kicked to the curb, forced to sleep on the couch or in whatever empty bed he could find. Poor thing. Needless to say, he's been waiting for one of us to move out for awhile... 
So the past week and a half, we've been busy busy cleaning up the mess Michael left and painting and decorating Elliott's new room. Check out our progress! It's about ninety five percent complete, just a few things that need to be done here and there. 

 The look on his face is exactly how we felt the entire process of this makeover. 

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Chapters. Doors. New Beginnings.

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end. "

A BIG thanks to everyone who has supported me along the way this past year! A LOT has happened in the past twelve months. It seems like just yesterday I was driving down to Greenville for my first day of orientation. Now, a year later, I've just taken my last final exam and completed my last day at clinic. It was a very bittersweet last week. 

I made a GREAT friend on this part of my journey. I still remember the first time I met Stacy Taylor outside the little parking sticker trailer at Pitt CC- she asked me my name and if I would be at the Pinehurst site, that's where she was. Being the only students at our site, we soon became very close. We laughed about everything and told each other practically everything from boy issues to stupid things we'd done that day. And even though we're no longer seeing each other five days out of the week, we still stay close and have a few weekends planed to hang out. 

And I can't forget about the teachers who ensured my progress along the way. Kim Mills, my clincial instructor, and Elaine Spencer, the classroom teacher and director were wonderful! Every Monday Kim would come to clinic to work with Stacy and myself- and to find out what was going on in our lives of course. 

The three of us at graduation. Myself, Kim, and Stacy

After graduation came the Registry, which is basically the State boards for Radiation Therapy. Talk about nerve racking! That was probably the WORST test I've ever taken in my entire life! I was sure I had failed. During one of my many "stare into space, I have no clue as to what I'm even doing" phases, I looked down at the computer mouse, saw it was dirty, and started cleaning out the dirt in the cracks. I'm not sure if it was because I had sooo much pressure weighing on this exam or what, but it's over and I'm finished and I passed! 

So here's a quick re-cap of the events last week: 
Tuesday: last day of clinic 
Wednesday: final exam for class
Thursday: studied 
Friday: Radiation Therapy Registry

So this week, I started my job at Moore Regional Hospital. Monday and Tuesday were orientation, so basically I sat in an auditorium and listened to benefits and customer satisfaction blah blah blah for two full days. Now that orientation is over, I go in tomorrow to train for what I've been doing the past year. I'm pretty excited, but nervous at the same time. I know the girls in the department are great and I'm going to have a great time, but now I'm no longer considered a student and there's more pressure on me. This position is only PRN, or casual part time in layman's terms. However, I'm excited and thrilled to actually have a job in my field and to no longer have to depend on Biscuitville's salary. However, I'll still be at Biscuitville on the weekends- since I'm not guaranteed any set hours at the hospital. 

I'm excited to see where this new phase in my life takes me. God has opened so many doors for things to fall into place as nicely as they have. Without Him, none of this would be possible.