I want a nursing school with a dedicated nursing staff, classrooms and learning labs if I feel the need to visit and brush up on skills. I want teachers who have not only taught, but practiced the art of nursing and are as dedicated to the craft as I am. I want nursing faculty who know which end of the thermometer goes where, and who know what I’m going through if I run into scheduling troubles with school and life.
I want a college with a storied history and a record of excellence—a college where the professors have stories of classroom hijinks. Where I can, if I choose, convert to on-campus status because I want to do my own laundry and eat pizza for three meals a day like the rest of the kids. I want a college with steps worn from years of footprints, one I can visit and say, “I never stepped foot on campus, but I am an alumni.” I want a college with branded coffee cups and shot glasses, sports teams and a mascot, and happy smiling students, teachers and administrators.
I want Utica College.
About the Author
Glenn Fredenburg has been a registered nurse for over 13 years, coming to the profession after a career in sales. His experience in nursing has been primarily in the critical care setting, with over 10 years in the emergency room and intensive care areas. His mother is a retired nurse and urged him early in life to "become a nurse" because it's rewarding helping others heal and using your complete "toolbox" of skills to aid in the recovery of body and mind. In hindsight, his mother was right. Don't tell her.