I have lived in the same house my whole life. Same town, same friends, the same everything.
So when I received an acceptance letter for a school far away, I had mixed feelings. The program that I applied for, Paramedic program, is what they call “overly subscribed” which really means if you’re not crazy smart you’re not getting in. I applied to 5 schools and was waitlisted to all of them. I didn’t have a plan B. I thought maybe I could upgrade some courses, or stay at my dead end fast food job for the rest of my life. I really felt lost and like I had no clue what I wanted to do.
I was working full time in the summer and as the days slipped away I was wondering if I would ever receive an acceptance letter. But one faithful day I did, I received an email from a school that I had been called off the waitlist and that I was accepted. I was so excited and so happy I didn’t have to try and think of a plan B. A few weeks later I took a tour of the campus and fell in love with it. Lots of plants, windows, and lots of facilities for the paramedic students.
The school that I am at is 3 hours away from my hometown. There is no direct transportation from my school to my town so getting home is an issue. The move to a new town is hard and I don’t know how people adjust so quickly. The first 2 weeks were hard, I am not going to sugar coat it. I missed my friends, family and all the familiarities of home. It was the first time I was living somewhere else and the first time I actually had to step up and take care of myself without any help.
As the weeks went on things did start to get better. I made friends in my program, spent time in the after school lab hours, explored the my new town where there is nothing, I wish I was exaggerating.
But slowly I got accustomed to my new surroundings. The first few weeks were hard and freshman need to realize that and help each other out. I don’t know what I would have done without the support of my new found friends.
The Paramedic program is stressful and crazy and I can’t imagine doing it alone. Whenever I want to quit or go back home I just think to myself “This is what you wanted to do. This is your plan A-Z. You gotta push through this.”
I am so glad that I made the move and am doing what I want to do. Yes, some days are harder than others but if you keep focusing on your end goal- whatever it may be, and meet a few friends along the way you can get through it.