The Fog Lifted: A Clinician's Victorious Journey With ADHD by Kristin Seymour MSN RN AHCNS

Author:Kristin Seymour MSN RN AHCNS [AHCNS, Kristin Seymour MSN RN]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fog Lifted
Published: 2018-04-05T18:30:00+00:00

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Bad Decision After Bad Decision

Against my parents’ wishes, I chose to attend the University of Kansas.

It was an enormous campus with an enrollment of approximately 27,000 students. My parents were concerned about the size. They worried about the lack of structure associated with such a large institution. However, I couldn’t wait to get the heck out of St. Louis and into a huge, co-ed university. I was ready to have a great time and start my nursing career.

My mom dropped me off at my dorm room, located in GSP Hall, in August of 1991. I was eager to experience all the good things college had to offer… maybe a little too eager. My impulsivity and lack of self-control was unbelievable… It was like the old saying “a bat out of hell.”

I was all over the map — figuratively and literally.

I almost never went to class, never took notes during class, and rarely turned in assignments.

Instead, I took road trips to see friends at other colleges, went out nightly, and even ventured on a last minute trip to go skiing in Colorado. I thought that being a Pi Kappa Alpha calendar girl and the Sigma Chi Derby Day Belching Queen (true story, unfortunately), was far more important than attending class. I barely made a 1.8 GPA (Grade Point Average) my first semester; second semester was pretty bad too, though not quite Blutarsky level. Regardless, I am confident my earned GPA was the result of attending only 12 lectures over the span of the entire year. I conned my parents into believing that I really was trying. I said, “college was just really hard,” so they would let me stay and keep trying — or should I say, trying to find new and even more inventive ways to occupy my time with anything but studying.

My all-time bad, bad, bad decision was made during my freshman year at KU. I lied to my parents and took a road trip to attend a fraternity dance with an old high school boyfriend.

(Please keep in mind that my parents only allowed me to have a car during second semester because the campus was large and it got dark early in the evening. We agreed that I could have a car to get to and from classes safely.)

Upon granting me the use of a car — the red, convertible Toyota Celica, no less — for a few months to “safely” attend class, my parents made one important stipulation: I could not take the car anywhere out of state. There would be no road trips other than back to St. Louis for holidays.

Of course there wouldn’t.

Not only did I not use the car to go to class, but I drove it out of state to Drake University in Iowa to attend the fraternity dance. My plan was to sneak back to KU without my parents knowing I had left. I sped along Interstate 35 without a care in the world, driving barefoot, smoking cigarettes, and littering along the way.

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