According to Wikipedia, a pinning ceremony is a symbolic welcoming of newly graduated nurses into the nursing profession. Thanks Wikipedia, but I’d like to refer to it as a major pain in the butt.
A few weeks back our instructor asked for volunteers to plan our pinning ceremony. A couple of classmates suggested that I do it considering I used to work as an event planner. It also could have been because I’m a perfectionist, or because I’m good with details, or because I’m a control freak, or maybe because I have a Calendar Day-o-Fun where I organize, highlight, & flag all my notes according to the course calendar. At any rate, I raised my hand.
I’ve worked with my fair share of people who are just as big of perfectionists as me, if not bigger. I’ve done weddings for bridezillas, dog shows (ever seen the movie Best In Show…it’s true to life), weeklong corporate conferences, you name it. Each event that I planned was challenging in its own way. But planning a pinning ceremony for 38 individuals who have worked their butts off for the past two years & have been looking forward to this since the day they got their acceptance letter, takes the cake.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my classmates. After spending the past two years with them they’re like a second family. But every family fights occasionally. I know that no matter how hard I try I will never be able to please all of them when it comes to our ceremony. And I’m ok with that. Compromise is the name of the game.
I think the toughest part is the fact that my class is my second family & I’d hate to disappoint them. Remember getting in trouble as a teen? Didn’t it kill you to hear your parents say, “I’m not mad; I’m just very disappointed in you.” I can remember that being the worst feeling in the world.
Unfortunately, that technique doesn’t really work with my classmates. I told one of my good friends, Faith Hill*, “I won’t be mad if you wear your 6 inch heels to pinning, I’ll just be disappointed.” After she was done laughing she said, “Prepare yourself for disappointment my friend. I have fat ankles & there’s no way I’m wearing a white dress, stockings, and tennis shoes.” I’ve learned to pick my battles…that was one I knew I wasn’t winning.
The past two years has been quite a journey. It’s hard to believe that in 36 days I’ll be on stage getting pinned. Until then I’ve got programs to assemble, decorations to gather, & invitations to send out. Not to mention finishing up our last class, doing a 3 day long NCLEX review, and completing a two and a half week practicum with a Registered Nurse. I’M ALMOST THERE!!!
*Names of recurring characters have been changed to those of famous musical artists.
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