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.