About three years ago, I started work as the Dean of a college of Nursing. I remember having to fix the curriculum and organize the faculty. One of the bittersweet memories that fondly tug my heart is graduation days. I feel like I am a mother turtle seeing my hatchlings off to the sea to the unknown. Who knows who among my hatchlings will survive the predators and who among them will live a long life.
Every now and then I miss the academe. I have so much passion in teaching that every chance I get, I still lecture to my former students.
As a profession, Nursing is very traditional. One of the rites that a Nursing student has to go through is the capping and pinning ceremony before they are dispatched to the clinics. Usually held in July, I remember the stage in full white design to signify the purity of our profession.