Rex Hospital School of Nursing - Nightingale Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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SENIORS MARY LYDIA SI-IIPMAN Blaclenboro, N. C. Kishipif Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow you may not eat at alll! VVILLIE GREY SMITH Lasker, N. C. Willie In there pitching, on the go, A smarter one you'll never lenowf' A LORNA MAVIS WEATHERS Knightdale, N. C. Weat Likeable, lovable, a leader for all, Stmlious, dependable, and accepts eacb call. Twenty-four The Nightingale

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ADMITTED. September 1, 1947 TREATMENT: Occupational Therapy First year-Observation Recreational Therapy Second ear-Curiosit DISCHARGE: Se tember 1 1950 DIAGNOSIS: u Y l Y P ' Third year-Amnesia PROGNOSIS: Cuarded CLASS HISTORY lklonday, September 1, 1947, thirty-nine girls were admitted to Rex Hospital School of Nurs- ing. Our present diagnosis could have been nothing less than observation. QTO us tooj. We were all excited and rather dubious about the forecoming situation. Our first real experience came early the next morning when we fell out of bed sleepy, scared, and a little nauseated as we stumbled off to chapel. Six-twenty a.m. and everybody else looked so wide awake in their starched uniforms and there we stood in everything from heels to pajamas. Oh well, we had to learn. We did l 1 Classes started off with a bang. We followed each other around and then upstairs to study. Two hours everybody studied and in doing so got lost in the room next door and Miss Arbogast, with pencil in hand, would haul us off to the library for study under observation. Christmas came and we had the big tree and Santa Claus and it was almost like home. Even after Christmas, classes still had us slightly baffled. It seems we had examinations every day but these were just little quizzes, of course. Then the big things, Finals. Study after lights out, it can be told now and then ..s...........,,..,............ .. The night of nights, February 20th was cold and rainy outside but the bright lights, gay hearts, and appropriate music made the recreation room at Rex Nurses Home a night never to be forgotten. Twenty-eight girls received their caps that night-the first real step toward September 1, 1950. We got a week's vacation, tool Our second year was Hlled with curiosity. We moved bag and baggage to a newer part of the nurses home. All of us wondered what this would be like. New house-mother, a kitchen of our own, and you guessed it, how to keep from having a nice long restriction. Our classes were easier now and big plans were in the process for the junior-Senior banquet. We worked hard on this and if we must say, it was nice. During the summer months we enjoyed the usual picnics, trips to the pool on hours off duty, and getting together to talk about the special duties to which we were assigned in the hospital. Our junior year was very exciting because each day we came in contact with situations that made us feel like real nurses. VVe were juniors. Finally September 1, 1949 came. 1-lave you ever seen anyone real happy at six-twenty a.m.? You should have asked one of us. We had become Seniors. Black bands and everything. Maybe it was just us but we thought Miss Riddle and Miss Davis looked happy too. Oh, yes, Dr. Newell was right there, too. Our Senior year? What happened then? Gosh, so much happened we could never remember everything. For one thing our census had dropped to twenty-five. Marriage, you know how it is. They should have stayed because along with everything nice, our class was the first to go to State Hospital. Yes, we all came back and we enjoyed it too. For two years we had looked forward to being Seniors, but after taking time out for self inventory we came to the conclusion that we still had not learned everything. Vfe will be reading, studying and learning something new twenty years from now. All summer was just one big, gay, Senior Month. There was a cabin party by our sponsors, picnics, outdoor suppers, parties, and the junior-Senior banquet. These are only a few of the events that have made our Senior year a treasured memory. Oh, yes, july 24rh! Graduation Day- red roses, relatives, long sleeves, and oh, those aching feet and arms. We have enjoyed the past three years verv much. Our diagnosis and treatment has been fulhll- ed. Our discharge is practically Hled. This leaves only the prognosis, an individual problem. We have all received the same treatment and shared the same experiences, which has been the best and it is up to each one of us to develop our own future. We all can and will. MARY SHIPMAN, Historian 'Twgnty-.fix The