You know that old butchy charge nurse with the big square butt and the scowly face who marches around and gets results? A weird melding of Edna Garrett, Viola Swamp and House? Deep down, she cares, but she's also No Nonsense. She'll bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan and doesn't give a rat's ass if you're a man. That's the kind of nurse I want to be, but I didn't dare say it that way on my admissions essay.