[ The last year is crucial for Marta. She's lucky that she's gotten a full ride scholarship for her BSN. It'll take her down the same path as an RN as an Associate's would, but it opens up more career options and pay grades. It's been a grueling four years of studying and working on the side because even though her scholarship covers books and tuition and her lodging and food, it doesn't cover extras. She works part time at the campus coffee shop to make some cash. She saves some of incidentals, but mostly she sends money home to her mother and sister.
She's in a semester of advanced nursing classes. At the end of the year, she'll take the NCLEX-RN exam. If she passes, she'll have finally done it. She'll be an actual nurse. Maybe one day, she'll pursue it further and become a nurse practitioner, but for now a registered nurse is her goal.
It'll be life changing for her family. She'll be the first of her family to graduate with a college degree. She has so much on her shoulders. It's why she has her face deep in her book.
It's the quiet part of the day. They don't usually get many customers at this hour, so she startles when she hears a voice. She straightens up and immediately goes to the register, eyes wide. ]
Yes, sorry about that. [ She smooths out her apron. A tag is affixed on it with a name: Carly on it. She'd learned early on not to use her real name. There'd been some weirdos around campus, so it's easier like this. ] What can I get you?
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She's in a semester of advanced nursing classes. At the end of the year, she'll take the NCLEX-RN exam. If she passes, she'll have finally done it. She'll be an actual nurse. Maybe one day, she'll pursue it further and become a nurse practitioner, but for now a registered nurse is her goal.
It'll be life changing for her family. She'll be the first of her family to graduate with a college degree. She has so much on her shoulders. It's why she has her face deep in her book.
It's the quiet part of the day. They don't usually get many customers at this hour, so she startles when she hears a voice. She straightens up and immediately goes to the register, eyes wide. ]
Yes, sorry about that. [ She smooths out her apron. A tag is affixed on it with a name: Carly on it. She'd learned early on not to use her real name. There'd been some weirdos around campus, so it's easier like this. ] What can I get you?