About a week ago I walked into a Target to buy a cooler, glanced at the utterly demolished school supply section, and realized the upcoming back to school season included me. Cue the shopping spree.
This is an outrageously expensive backpack by backpack standards. 20 dollars buys you a simple black backpack with laptop sleeve that will last the year. Fifty dollars is a spendy but easily-rationalized investment. One hundred dollars is a splurge, clearly spending on form. The Dagne Dover backpack at $195 teeters perilously close to morally offensive.
I will be commuting from Queens to the Bronx at least four days a week. It's 1.5 hours each way. Twice a week I will be out of the house for 15 hours because of clinicals and one excruciatingly long day of classes. So if I want to buy a neoprene backpack with a ton of pockets and pouches and zippers and a hidey hole for my phone, I will. And I'll only feel a tiny bit ashamed!
This is my first foray into proprietary binder technology. The binder (similar) has a million holes, not three, and takes B5 paper, so good luck to me getting anything non-Muji in here. But the cover is translucent and flexible and the binding slides open with the switch of a lever. Being Muji, there were an assortment of accessories to go with, like simple indexes and transparent pockets.
various uniqlo tops
Uniqlo is not an exciting place. You will never walk in and be stricken by lust for a sequin-encrusted cardigan or seduced by hot pink kid gloves. Uniqlo is soviet in its lack of splendor. But the basic blandness of Uniqlo is also its joy. To wear their clothes is to fade slightly out of view--neither offensive nor exciting, just sort of there. These are the type of clothes where no one will register how often you wear them they are so unremarkable. This is good, desirable even. Besides, nursing school will drain me of the will to make even mundane clothing decisions. Better to adopt the soviet dress.
h&m pencil case
Despite my belief in bland clothes, I still believe in small delightful things. The best candidates for frippery are utilitarian items. Thus I have an iridescent pencil case; proof that I am attuned to at least some trends, or at least the shinies that youtube personalities prefer.
A signifier of fancy wellness taste! I almost did not buy this because I think carrying around water is idiotic. But then I found out this bottle could keep hot items hot for an extended period of time and I relented. Coffee is very reasonable to carry around, after all.
The most expensive bra I've ever bought. I tried it, decided it was too much, walked out of the lingerie department at Bloomingdales, and up to housewares to stare at water bottles. But then I came back, because this was an exquisitely comfortable bra. My beloved Eberjey cotton bras have gotten difficult to find, and I wanted something lined and supportive for my days at the hospital (not that my uniform will reveal an iota of body shape).
At the start of every school year in high school, we'd receive an agenda. I'd dutifully write down things for a few weeks and then, inevitably, the will to care wavered, and my agenda from mid-September onward would remain empty.
I'd like to think I've matured since then. So as I go once more unto the breach, I will try to write shit down in a millennial pink agenda. Plus there are stickers!
Things Uninteresting to Non-Nursing Students
Of course I've had to purchase other things, like a stethoscope and nursey shoes and scrubs and bandage scissors. I derived a lot of pleasure researching and considering each of these items, particularly which version of ugly I would pick for footwear (loafer-adjacent white leather slip-ons). But this is not a Nursing Blog, and I will not delve into the pros and cons of Littmann Classic versions. (I will say I saw an all-black Littmann in the wild and it was very striking and chic).
Let us not tally up the costs in the comments. I really don't want to know.
My layabout is coming to a close: I got accepted to nursing school. I posted a humiliatingly earnest instagram story about it last week, perhaps you saw? I hope not.
The details are thus: 12-month accelerated program resulting in a BSN. By next fall, I will hopefully have a license. It’s brutal, but fast. I start in August.
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My spring layabout continued in Miami last week. I averaged about a book a day (except the day I ran out of books and was forced to stare at the ocean plaintively). I drank many different iterations of frozen cocktails. Random strips of skin got minor sunburns. I wore orange lipstick.
It was lovely.
We stayed at The Raleigh--I recommend it if you stay during the week like we did. It was laid back and not at all filled with people who sold their soul to Crossfit for a hard body, but I think it morphs into that kind of hellscape on weekends. Go when the vibe is more cool mom than insta influencer.
Now for a brief review of the books I read:
The Rules Do Not Apply
Rich people problems are regular people problems in better settings.
Why Not Me?
I finished this before the plane even landed in Miami and I can't begin to tell you what it was about but it was pleasant.
The main character is a cipher who compensates for a complete lack of personality with an ever-expanding knowledge of arcane wine facts. Also you will feel like an asshole for ever going to a restaurant. I liked it!
For the past week I've been steeped in scientific inquiry, attempting to answer the eternal question: are candles the key to a luxurious life? Let's find out.
Today’s candle is “Passion” by Nest.
Official description: Combines the essences of blooming peony, dewy garden roses and warm sandalwood with a hint of flowering pittosporum, Evelyn Lauder's beloved fragrance note.
The candle wax is bright pink, which feels like a luxury candle no-no? I burn it for about an hour--the fragrance is very floral and very strong and I get paranoid that it’s giving me a headache. The wax color is no lie. I am not getting Evelyn Lauder’s beloved pittosporum because I do not what that is.
I wrote half of a blog post during the burn time.
Candle: Passion, again.
Forget about the candle thing until 6 pm. Contemplate starting a vlog. Look up the cost of ring lights and then promptly give up on the idea of a vlog.
I wondered if the candle would be more relaxing with drinking, but I gave up alcohol for March.
Candle: “Winter White” by Illume
Official description: Aromatic evergreen and frosted cypress are dusted with white peppercorn, spicy-cool cardamom, and a sparkling citrus nuance, perfectly wrapped in glowing amber.
It’s the in-between season where cedary scents feel heavy, but floral seems presumptuous. But I have this candle leftover from Christmas and it covers up whichever animal is farting tonight. And I’m excited by the cardamom note because everyone cool on the British baking show uses it.
Candle: “Pretty and Witty” by Kate Spade
Official description: Lily scented
This candle is covered in lint and dust because it has sat on my bedside table for a year without being burned. I am gross.
Compared to the ensconcing fragrance of the Nest candle, this is one I don’t notice until I burn it out. While burning, I barely detect any fragrance at all. It’s an ambiguous companion to my stethoscope shopping and very appropriate since I’m now looking at a rose gold stethoscope--a statement of style as basic as the candle.
Despite it being 30 degrees out, my allergies have flared up in a single nostril. No candles.
Candle: “La Marquise” by Cire Trudon
Official description: The powdery and merry air of a delicious boudoir: verbena and lemon polish the sensuality of the white flowers and roses.
Bebes, of course there is an obscenely expensive candle in the mix. I am a childless lady in NYC. We are not complete without Diptyque, but I didn’t like any of the Diptyque scents so I got this instead at Bergdorf for my thirtieth. And then I put it under a glass cloche to save for a special occasion. Like today, the day my right nostril stopped oozing viscous fluid.
And may I just say this candle is magic? It’s a delicious summer scent--not cloyingly floral and with just enough citrus for bounce. Yes, bounce.
I burn it while Duolingo berates me for continually mixing up tú and yo.
That's it. Candle week is over. Candles are fine. Burn them if you wish.