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Friday, December 28, 2007

Reporting from LA

Ah, I love vacation. I hope you have a great holiday too with your loved ones. I spent Christmas morning packing for this trip, then a big lunch with my family, then moved my cousin's things into the Grands' house. My grandparents are surely loving the array of grandchildren living with them. Christmas night was spent at a friend's house with a fabulous dinner. Twas a good day.

So here I am in LA, and so far I have spent the majority of my time vegging in front of the TV watching entertainment news. Yeah, did you know Mischa Barton got arrested for DUI? Dang, getting jailed is like the thing to do in 2007. Also, I didn't realize how many entertainment shows there are out there, oh and not to mention the reality shows. Heh. 

I've been to LA last year and done the touristy things already, so this is the relax, chill, and do nothing kind of vacation. So far my friend and I have just been hanging out, I got a massage (amazing!) and she got accupuncture (I cringed but she said it was great) yesterday. OH and then IN n OUT! I love it, best fries ever!

Anyway, that's the vacation so far. One of these days, I'll go for something tropic. Miles of beach, the clearest sea and the bluest sky with an abundance of sunshine, sipping a drink from a glass with the little umbrella thing, hearing a faint sound of ukulele being played nearby.....

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Save me.

So in 2007, my oldest brother and his wife welcomed twin daughters, and another older brother married. That means out of the three children they have, my parents have married two of them off and even gained grandchildren.

Do you want to know what that also means?!

They have one more they need to marry off.

Me.

And you know what that means?!

My mother's evolving into Mrs. Bennet.

I sadly informed that it has begun. She's in the early phase, not a full blown case yet but oh I have no doubt it will. She will become borderline Mrs. Bennet if I'm not in a serious relationship by the time I'm over 25, and she will be Mrs. Bennet if I'm not married by the time I'm 30.

Look, I could care less about this. I'm taking my time, no rush, but my mother? Oh sweet baby Jesus, give her PATIENCE this Christmas, will you?! If I were to stop the horror of my mother's evolution into a Mrs. Bennet, I have less than 3 years to find me a man and get us into a serious relationship. Otherwise, I'll start to combust from Mother's pressure. Can you say, boom?

My father, on the other hand, is perfectly assuming the role of Mr. Bennet. He's been calm and has not pressed on the issue, but I think that's because for the most part he's quietly thinking no one could ever fully deserve his beloved favorite only daughter.

Thank God, my parents live literally continents apart from me.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Sweet freedom

Did Cee just survived her first semester of nursing school?!

Oh, yes she DID!!!!

Waaahooooo!!! *dances*

I made it out of the semester with a 90 in Concepts and an 86 in Pharmacology, I haven't found out about Assessment but I'm guessing it's a B as well. So yay!

I'm so excited I will finally have TIME for ya know, life, that I don't even care that I came down with a cold this morning. I'm just excited about this month long break, oh the possibilities. I could laundry my clothes and put them away on the same day! No more clean laundry in the basket for 2 weeks! Woot! I could catch up with friends, no more being the last person to know everything. What? She's married? When? Whaa?

And the best thing about this break is that I'm traveling west to visit a good friend of mine. So psyched about hanging out with her for a week, we could lounge in PJ's all day and it would still be the grandest time. I'm coming in 13 days, Stepha!

For whoever reading this, if you're in school, I hope you did great on your finals as well and happy I'm-finally-done-with-the-semester!

Friday, December 7, 2007

Not so brandnew anymore.

I just volunteered at the school's new students orientation today, and it's minboggling to realize that three months ago I was one of those newbies, nervous and confused about what is to come.

Today, I gave the incoming newbies information about the scrubs they need (all hail the elastic pants! Drawstrings hate me, they keep falling off on me!), which sthetoscope is good (Littman is your friend, your expensive friend that is), what supplies they really need to get (blood pressure cuff? Won't need it until 3rd semester Community class; clipboard? Good for something to write on, a hassle to carry around), and answered questions about the classes & professors (Concepts sucks, and yes, it's OK to skip lectures as long as you know which one, and you'll love your Patho and Pharm instructors).

It is a very strange feeling to realize how clueless I really was and to see how much I've gained in just three months. It's crazy! And those newbies, they're so fresh and unassuming, and all I can say to them is "Buckle up because it's going to be one hell of a ride!"

Hah!

So I have figured out that, while it is impossible to bring up my Pharm grade to an A with the final, it is also going to take a lot to bring it down to a C. I have to royally screw up this final to bring my current average down.

I kind of wish I didn't figure that out because now I'm, well, it starts with a P and ends with a G and there's also R, O, C, R, A, S, T, I, N, A, T, I, and N in the middle.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Houston, I have a problem.

With my brain.

Whatever happened to it, seems like it's not working a lot and the IQ has gone to squat.

Tonight, my older brother came to drop off a souvenir from his recent trip, on which he also visited Seaworld. Anyway, the souvenir was nice and I continued on talking with my friend on MSN for five minutes before the following conversation happened. I'll just paste the chat conversation here as it is:

Me:
so my brother just came to drop off a souvenir he got me from seaworld
it's a mug
blue mug
with dolphins painted on it and there's a "seaworld" in cursive writing under it
and when he gave it to me i was like "oh, nice souvenir. where did you go?"
cuz i read the writing as "seaweed"

Friend:
HAHA

Me:
and that's not even the best part
anyway he looked at me all weird and he was like "SEAWORLD"
and i was just like "um okay"
still thinking why the hell does the mug has "seaweed" on it
and i just got that it actually says "seaworld" like a minute ago

Me:
Cee....

Me:
i know
i'm stupid

Friend:
lol

Me:
it's really sad

So yeah, I kept thinking "Why the hell does the damn mug have 'seaweed' on it. Dolphins don't eat seaweed, do they?! Even if they do, but why?! 'Seaweed' doesn't makes sense!" Totally didn't realize it's "Seaworld" until five minutes later. Nothing humbles me more after the high that is post-head-to-toe than this.

Also, I chat like a teenager, what with the "cuz", "like", and the lack of capital letters, punctuations, and grammar in general. Oh, but I actually remembered to buy the journal today. I'd be damned if I didn't get it after rambling about it on the previous post.

I need a journal, like a non-electronic journal.

I need an medium sized empty notebook/journal thing and I keep forgetting to buy it and that means I keep forgetting what to write. Bah! This forgetfullness is not conducive to my writing because a lot of times when I'm away from the computer and home (which is like 80% of my day), I have thoughts running in my mind. A lot of thoughts, about everything and nothing, fiction and non, deep and random, and what have you, and It happens during lectures and labs, while waiting for the bus and in the bus, when I'm falling asleep, and blah blah blah. It's really annoying sometimes, but what can a girl do? Well, what I do is that I usually just look like I'm a deer in the headlights when my mind goes somewhere else until something or someone snaps me back to present day.

When it happens I get all excited because yay I have something to write about! But then I get all bummed because boo, I'm not in front of the computer and I won't be until like 12356126 hours later. Oh, the sorrow of life.... Anyway, when I do get to the computer 12356126 hours later, I'm all tired and cranky from this thing called school and I want to write but nothing is hardly ever produced from my tired and cranky mind. This brain, we need to have a talk, it needs to cooperate when I need it to.

Enters this journal. I've been thinking about getting it after an advice from someone but, again, this thing called school messes up with the to do list that I have in, yes, the brain. See, what do I tell you? This brain and I need to have a talk STAT. It needs to remember stuffs other than school stuffs, like stuffs pertaining to LIFE, assuming I have one outside of school. Again, see how many times "school" has been mentioned so far? You get the idea.

Anyhoo, I can carry said journal wherever I go, and when when my mind starts running with thoughts--like, everytime--I can whip journal out and jot down the thoughts, then the mind can stop running--at least that's my plan. Mind, you hear me? Brain, you hear that too? Now the thing is, I need to actually go buy it. My goal is to buy at before the year ends. Heh.
Oh, and it's Christmas time, which means presents--buying presents for others. I used to shout with glee when it comes to buying presents for others, this altruistic heart of mine actually likes getting stuffs for others. But if you have been paying attention to this post, you should know what I'm going to say about this. Do you?

If you said I'm going to say I have turned into the grinch, you're very wrong and you need to actually read this post instead of skimming through it. Now go back to the beginning and read again. However, if you said I haven't done my Christmas shopping because I have no time, then ding ding ding ding ding! You're right. School has put the kibosh on the Christmas shopping.

So friends, I most likely won't have anything materialistic to give you this Christmas. I only have love and warm wishes to give to you (hey that sounds like a Hallmark card!). Heck, I don't even know what I want for Christmas, I'm too scatterbrained to think. That journal, it's becoming like water to me. Its necessity has become that crucial to my well function. Sometimes, I think it'd be easier if I don't write, but then I think well, then what do I do when I procrastinate? No writing meaningless/random posts? Whaaa?! No!

So the point of my writing this is actually because I'm near the computer and 20 minutes away of going to class, and darn it I need to jot down something really important, which is:

Must.go.to.Target.after.school.to.buy.journal.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Relief.

I passed the head to toe check off, huzzaaaahh!!!

Our group started at 1 pm and I was the last person to go. Waiting, he is not my friend, not at all. The group met at 12 to prepare our presentation on Monday and we were very calm and collected, that is until our instructor stepped into the room to chat for a bit then left to get the exam room ready, then it hit us that "Holy crap this is it!" and the stomach started doing flip flop and gah! *diesdead*

But we all did well and passed, phew. A few fumbles here and there and definitely some laughable moments between my lab partner and I, but it was all in good fun. What made my day the most was the first thing my instructor said to me on my evaluation, "You need to be a Nurse Practitioner, you got it. You're that good, one of the best I've ever had." If that didn't send me over the moon, I don't know what would. I was so dumbfounded, I only managed a meek "Really?"

At the end of the semester like this, when I'm already too tired to get my lazy butt up to gear up for finals and goshdarnit I want this to be over and dammit I want my Christmas break now, a comment like that truly made my day, if not my whole semester. I was looking forward for something from my clinical evaluation, but my CI gave generic scores on everyone's evaluation sheet and only briefly touched down on our individual performance.

However, today I got what I was looking for. The affirmation that yes, I am doing something right, and not only on tests, but on skills; that yes, after months of that self esteem shooting low
due to um, not knowing what the heck am I doing because I'm a first year, I am actually capable of doing this. All I needed was that evaluation and encouragement she gave, and I knew I could do this again next semester.

Oh, and a bunch of us went out to celebrate our head to toe passing tonight. Hmm, margaritas and sushi are yummy. :D

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Chaotic.

I don't think I ever feel this exhausted in my life, not even after the debacle that is the flight delays that got my stranded overnight at Chicago's O'Hare airport en route to New York this summer (finally touched down at La Guardia 30 hours after I left home). I don't think I will fully recover from this Thanksgiving trip until Christmas break. The trip was great, but the trip home was a 12 hours bus ride. No fun.

Then today I found out that instead of going for head to toe next Thursday, I'm going this Thursday. Part of me is glad because then I can get it over and start studying for finals in peace, plus I already got 70% of it down in practice and just need to go over musculoskeletal, then I'll be good to go. But part of me is going berserk because OHMYFREAKENGODHEADTOTOEISTHIS THURSDAY!!! *kaplunks*

Tomorrow will be chaos chaos chaos.... And it will continue to be so because after head to toe, there are group presentations, finals, and portfolio.

I'm gonna make it to Christmas break alive. I'm gonna make it to Christmas break alive. I'm gonna make it to Christmas break alive.....

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Gobble Gobble

I'm done with the last exams before finals start, in which I got 96 on Concepts, 90 on Pharmacology, 85 on Assessment. Mwaahahhaa....

Thanksgiving break is finally here, but heh, I'm not really excited because Thanksgiving break = practicing for head to toe check off = NO FUN! Plus, I'm going on a church trip--a 12 hour bus trip. Needless to say, I'm bringing my Assessment book, stethoscope, reflex hammer, pen light, and what have you with me, and you bet your bottom dollar I'd be practicing on my roommate any chance I get a break. The poor thing....

Oh, so on Sunday whilst at the neighborhood Starbucks (studying of course), the barista said a completely different thing than the medical center Starbucks barista. This one said, "I love your outfit, it's very Audrey Hepburn!" Hah! Them non medical center baristas are so sheltered from the world of sleep deprived and stressed out health related students....

Today, I woke up at 10:20 am. 10:20! That's the latest I've slept in for in like 6 months, though after waking up at 4 am the last 7 Tuesdays, I was frantic when I saw 10:20 on the clock.

First, I thought "WTH?! Why am I not at the hospital?!"
Second, I thought my CI is going to kill me.
Third, I thought it's going to take at least 10 minutes trying to locate my scrubs amidst the pile of clothes on in my room.
Fourth, I thought, "Oh, wait a minute...."
Fifth, I thought "Dammit, I could've studied more head to toe had I woken up earlier!!!"

Gah, my head is so screwed. There is nothing up there beside school, hospital, and studying. My bestfriend informed me this weekend that she got stressed just by watching me study. Meanwhile, my other bestfriend, who is studying to be a Physician Assistant, studied with me while she was in town visiting during her in-between-rotation break. I guess I'm not alone in the world of nerdyness....

Anyway, I have to start packing for the trip. I wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving, eat aplenty and be safe!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

It is finished.

I am done with clinicals, huzzah!!! I can't believe that next Tuesday I no longer have to wake up at an ungodly hour of the morning. So long Med/Surg floor! We had a little celebration today at post conference. CI brought us lunch and we got him a cookie cake since it's his birthday this weekend. 'Twas lovely.

Clinical has been a great learning experience and my first CI has been nothing but helpful and encouraging. I'm satisfied with the evaluation he gave today, there are areas to improve of course, like not being shy to talk to the patients to build a better rapport and taking more initiatives with the charge nurses, but CI said I'll improve in time. Out of the good feedback he gave, I'm most happy that he said I relate theory to practice, adapt readily to changes, and seek learning opportunities, meaning I'm proactive, yay!

On this last day, I was not on the floor actually. I was in the OR observing a laparoscopic Roux en Y Gastric Bypass, which was interesting. Surgery and I have a love/hate relationship. On one hand I love watching procedures and I kinda sorta wanna be a scrub nurse. Only kinda sorta though, because on the other hand I hate the standing and the cold temperature and the lack of patient-nurse interaction. Yes, there is that doctor-nurse interaction and it could be a fun and laid-back one like today, but I know that's not always the case. Let's face it, a jerkhead surgeon will most likely curse you out if God forbid you're 3 seconds late handing him the ten blade. So for now, surgery is not in the cards for me. Every once in a while, I'll get a shadowing opportunity for the OR experience, but as far as career field go....*throws it out the window*

Oh, the Pharm test this evening? Yeah, the respiratory drugs killed me. I did great on the other parts, but respiratory...bah! I knew the drugs and the classes they're in, but I choked on their mechanisms. I knew Beclovert is a corticosteroid, but I went blank on the fact that it reduces inflammation. How the heck did that blanking happen??!! Ugh, I hate the way my mind works sometimes....

In the meanwhile, I have 1 test, 1 head to toe check off, and 3 finals to go before the semester is over and I can catch up on sleep and cleaning the room. The room...oh the room...it looks like my closet flew in there and exploded in the middle of it. Tres messy....

Monday, November 12, 2007

'Tis me

Besides the typical I love family, friends, dog, God, blah blah blah....

Loves her life.
Makes it a mission to make it better and successful and content.
Pushes herself to step out of her comfort zone.

Finds writing therapeutic.
Wishes she has time to write more.
Wishes she has skill (and the aforementioned time) to write a book.
Cannot type correctly to save her life.
Spell check is her hero.

Completely in love with children.
Makes it a mission to work with children someday.
Wants to be a Peds nurse or NICU nurse.
Would like to adopt, regardless of my biological capability.

Has learned she can live without a lot of things.
Has learned she can do a lot of things.
Has learned she can be a lot of things.
Has continued to find who she is and who she is not.
Has gone 3 months without shopping.
Has grown to love cupcakes.

Loves to travel.
Makes it a mission to travel at least once a year.
Makes it a mission to go on a mission trip more than once.

Loves talking to her patients.
Loves listening to her patients.
Wishes she has more skill to strike a good conversation with new people.

Completely in love with books.
Wishes she has more time to read.

Completely in love with Broadway.
Makes it a mission to see at least one show a year.

Does not particularly like the club scene.
But enjoys an occasional drinks or glass of wine.

Loves to learn.
Loves to laugh.
Loves a deep talk with friends.

Hates traffic.
Hates rudeness.
Hates indecisiveness.
Hates boredom.

Is fascinated by the world of medicine.
Treasures pictures.
Finds beauty in little things.
Appreciates quiet time.

Thinks ignorance is for chumps.

Likes challenge and busyness.
Cannot live without music.
Knows a comfortable silence in a company of friends is good.
Easily amused.

Still cannot believe she got a 94 on that Concept test last week.
Is anxious about Pharmacology test on Tuesday.
Cannot believe clinical is almost over.

Thinks it's time to go to bed.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Is it that obvious?

Starbucks, 6:45 this morning.

Barista: "Hey, how are ya doin' this morning."

Me: "Okay." (considering I spent the past week studying for today's Concepts test)

Barista: "Hangin' in there?"

Me: "Yeah...test this morning."

Barista: "Aaaaahhhhh.... (in that no-wonder-she-looks-so-haggard tone) Need your caffeine, huh?"

Me: "Mmm hmm....."

Barista: "Good luck!"

Me: "Thanks."

I guess it's either the barista is really perceptive or I wear the tired and stressed out nursing student face really well. The dark circles under the eyes gave it away methinks.

And it should be illegal to be that chipper that early in the morning....

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Sicko

Repeat this mantra: I am not sick I am not sick I am not sick I am not sick i am not sick....

I've been sneezing since yesterday and I woke up with a stuffy nose this morning. I am not that sick yet, and God forbid I get to be that sick.

I made it through the ever freezing Metro bus--why the bus is always cold even when the AC above me is off, I don't know--for 3 months without getting sick, and now, now that I am 3 tests, 1 grand round presentation, 2 clinicals, 1 group presentation, 1 head to toe check off, and 3 finals (all in the next 6 weeks) away from finishing my first semester at nursing school, there is the impending cold. Great....

NOT!

And this is why I hate taking meds: they make me groggy. I'm not sure if the studying today was any good since I was feeling so drugged up. Meh.....

My goal is to not crash and burn until Thanksgiving week. In between now and then, I have 2 clinicals, 1 grand round presentation, and 3 tests.

I am not sick I am not sick I am not sick I am not sick I am not sick....

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Good day.

Today, I was supposed to go to the OR at Designated Hospital. Alas, the educator was "on vacation" and the nurses at the station didn't know what to do with me. I overheard a nurse telling another to just "give her scrubs and send her into any room", which was replied with "I ain't sending no student to no room with no educator!" By this time I was lost with the many misuse of "no" and asked them to page my instructor.

I went back to my floor only to be taken to my group mate's patient's room right away; group mate had gone home sick. I was very unprepared, only knew the patient's surgical procedure and how many days post-op when CI introduced me to said patient and charge nurse. To make me even more anxious, the charge nurse was a strict and tough one, which I actually would like to have if I knew more about my patient and was prepared. The only thing I had on me was my ID badge and nothing else, not even my stethoscope, as we were told we'd leave everything in an unlocked and therefore unsafe locker in the OR lounge. Fortunately, I managed to compose myself soon enough to follow and comprehend the charge nurse's 180 mph instructions and to inform the doctor my patient's meds info when he asked.

Relieved was an understatement of how I was when the shift was over. CI later gave me a pat in the back and told me I did great considering I stepped in at the last minute, so that was a very nice bonus. Another cherry on top is that I got an 88 on my Assessment test, which brought up my average from a low C to a B. Yay! Normally, I wouldn't too happy with an 88, but nursing school isn't normal and I've bid my all A's goodbye, so I welcome 88 with open arms. My study buddies did well too, and that is always nice because then we know we're doing something right. Looks like I've finally found my soul study partners. Hee!

Sunday, October 21, 2007

World Spins Madly On

…and it spins fast too.

Is this what it means when they talk about objective vertigo in that Assessment textbook? The person feels as if everything around them is spinning?

At least that’s how I feel. My world is not spinning out of control per se, it just spins…faster, way faster than it used to be. I’ve been trying my best to get a hang of it, alas, no such luck yet. Things come my way in bulks and they swoosh away before I get to the bottom of it most of the time, and I’m left exhausted at the end. I wonder if I’ll ever catch up or find my footing soon…or ever again.

The wind is blowing harsher, too. My hairs are strewn all over my face, covering my eyes. Sometimes, I can barely see what is before me. I reach one hand to hold my hair back so I can see the road ahead while the other one gripped my pole of faith, bringing it close to my heart as I try to take a step forward. My feet start to tremble as the wind blows hard against me, lifting and swirling particles of the earth and blocking my vision. I struggle to set my feet firmly on the ground, “If I fall then so be it,” I thought, “I have my source of strength here with me.” And I do fall, but not for long. It’s not always easy getting up, but it always worthy of trying. I use my ever presence pole of faith to pull myself up, slowly but surely, until I regain my balance and stand up straight once again. Then I dust the dirt of my knees and continue on the journey.

I do wonder, sometimes, if I’ve made the right decision or where this particular road leads to or what the other roads are like. Does the wind there blow as stormy as it does here? Do things churn heavily and quickly as they do here? Does it take this long to get to the end? But there is this little voice I can hear clearly amidst the chaos that is my surrounding. His voice tells me to keep going and trying, to keep my chin up and my eyes straight ahead, to keep moving forward on this path I’ve chosen, and most importantly, to keep that pole of faith in my hands.

Then there things along this road that don’t go as fast as the others do. The people who have been in my life are still around me, I don’t see them as often as I would love to, but I know they’re cheering for me as I go on. They might be somewhere else in this big world and I can’t see them within my field of vision, but I believe technology will keep them in my world always. Perhaps, the most exciting are the new people I’ve met along the way, those whose worlds are spinning as madly and as vastly as is mine. In the short time I’ve come to know them, we have laughed and whined together, and we have made each other smile. They push me forward when I stop on the same spot too long and I them.

In all of this madness, the one thing that keeps me hanging on is hope. The hope of a new strength for each day. The hope that the heavy wind will turn into a gentle breeze. The hope of the ability to regain my footing. The hope that I will find what and who I am looking for. The hope of where this road could branch to. The hope of what I will be. The hope of the rain He will send now that I have prepared—and am continuing to prepare for—the field.

So throw me a rope to hold me in place. Show me a clock for counting my days down….

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Nightmarish weekend, but oh haaaaay next week!

Friday: Studied with study buddies at the library. We were there for 10 hours.

Saturday: Studied with study buddies at the library for another 10 hours. Brain is thisclose to being dead and fried.Sunday: Church. Will review and will have ENOUGH sleep.

Monday: Judgment day. Test at 2 pm. Will finish care plan tonight.

Tuesday: OR, no patient care this week, hee hee!

Wednesday-Sunday: NO CLASS, Thursday lab has been dismissed. Hooooraaay! Dancing in the street! Woooot!

No class means I can study for that Concepts test two weeks for now with no rush and definitely no 10 hours library study session with buddies--at least not until a week before the test. No class also means I will finally have time to get a haircut, move back to my grandparents' house (which is actually only a block away from the aunt and uncle's), spend time with my bestfriend, and watch Avenue Q!

I love you, next week! I'll love you even more if I did well on this Assessment test....and find a few bills on the street...and win the lottery...Ok, I'll shut up now....

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The universe just hates me today...well, and yesterday too....

You know the cliche that says doctors and nurses make for the worst patients? True.

I got a taste of that in clinical yesterday. When I informed the patient that I was giving his SubQ, he scoffed with that "Nuh uh, you ain't giving that" look. My instructor was surprised as well, but what can we say, we just have to respect the patient's decision. I thought his being a nurse would make him more understanding, seeing as once upon a time he was a student nurse too, but I guess not. Heck, he didn't even let the charge nurse drew the syringe, let just say the only reason he didn't give it himself was because he couldn't reach and see all the way back to his butt.

Yesterday's Pharm test totally raped us, and everybody was bitching about it afterward. We pretty much told each other the same story, which is within the first 3 questions we went "What the hell is this??!!!" and declared ourselves doomed. Yeah...not good.

Today, it took forever for the view grade page to load. I'm not kidding it feels like I'm back at the ancient time where internet was slow was a snail. Finally a year and a minute later, I found out my grade is thisclose to a B. Oh wells, I don't like it but it's better than what a lot of us expected to get on that test, so I made peace with it.

Today, someone stole my lunch. Yes, as in I put my Healthy Choice lunch in a plastic bag, tied it, and put it in the school's fridge before class and when I went to get it after class it was gone. None. Nada. Disappeared. And this is after I found out that Pharm's grade and I was tired and hungry. I was mad. I mean really mad, steam blowing out of my ears mad.

If I just shove the box in the fridge I would get it if someone just took it, but it was in a tied plastic bag just like everybody else's lunch in that stocked fridge. So do people just decide to open everybody's lunch in the school's fridge in hope to find something they can steal? "Oh look, a PB & J sandwich! Ew, no! Tuna sandwich! Hmm, good but not great, let see what else do we got here. Oh, a chicken alfredo microwave lunch! Let's steal that one!" Die you stupid lunch stealer, die!

Must I really put a note on my lunch that says my name and a "DO NOT STEAL" post-it? None of the lunches in that fridge had that kind of "back off" notes, and I would hate it to be the only one to bestow such snarky message. And the thing is, lunch stealer could've bought the same freaken microwave lunch plus salads and sandwiches from the cafe on the first floor. What is wrong with you, lunch stealer??!!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Oh for pumpkin's sake!

There is this house a few blocks away that we (my family and I) term the "crazy lighted house". Oh ya know, one of those houses that goes all out with the light and decorations comes Christmas time. I mean, really goes all out, with Santa and his sleigh and reindeers light/decor on the roof kinda thing. And it is tres bright. And blinding....

So imagined my surprise as I drove passed it tonight and found that holy early batman, the Christmas decors are up! In OCTOBER!!!! It's not even Thanksgiving yet! Hell, it's not even Halloween!

Heh.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Scribbles from a bored student

If I could take pictures without it being obvious to the instructor, you would see both friends on my left and right texting the outside world on their phones. Neither of us paying attention. Such model students are we.....

Anyway,

I shadowed in the OR yesterday and in level II nursery today. I put in my first Foley, scrubbed the patient with disinfectant, fed and changed a premiee, it was an interesting experience overall. I definitely enjoy working with the preemies the most, wasn't too crazy about the OR. Well, I guess being a scrub nurse could be fun, getting to watch the procedure up close and being occupied throughout rather than being the circulating nurse.

I also had the chance to walked around the NICU and talked to the nurses there as well. That was the best part of today because I've always wanted to be a NICU nurse, so having to see and hear about what it was like was great. The nurses there were such a riot, they're so funny and wonderful too, I love them.

'Tis a fabulous weekend, I hope yours is/was too. :)

I actually like this library....

Ok, remember that one post about study habits, where I said I'm a stay at home studier?

Well, I lied.

I found this library today in a neighborhood next to where I live, and I think I'm going to start going there to study from now on.

I mean...with a view like this from the big glass window by the desk, who wouldn't?


Anyway,

Dirty Sexy Money tonight, wooot!

*ditches Pharmacology notes*

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

My first

First clinical and patient, ah the nervous train wreck that be.....

Note for my CI:

When introducing me as a first year student to my patient, would you please not add the "This is her first and you are her very first and she's very green" part? You know, the part that made the patient laughed nervously while looking at me with questioning eyes? Yeah, the part that reduced me into a nervous mess.

Okthanksbye,

Cee.

Anyway,

Upon picking up said patient the day before and discussing our assignments with fellow group mates, I immediately knew I was in for a rude awakening the next morning. Boy, was I right.

Pt. had been admitted for radical surgical procedures several days earlier and had a complication secondary to said procedures that requires another surgery to fix it the day after my clinical. While fellow group mates got a chance to shadow their primary nurse after their patient care was done, I did not because my patient required frequent check up and care due to the complication. Needless to say, my patient really worked me for those 5 hours.

Here's one thing I wondered about that day. One of my fellow group mates voiced a disagreement over my decision to help a tech with a patient next door to mine. My patient was resting and as I went out of the room to find my primary nurse--thinking that "Hey, let's watch some cool thing!", a tech who had helped me earlier approached and asked for help with a patient next door. I obliged, thinking that "Hey, making an occupied bed! In a real hospital! Not in lab!". Then, as I was finishing up, the tech had helped the patient into the shower and while doing so, the tech got called out and as you can guess, asked me to help the patient with the shower. In which, as you can guess, I obliged, thinking "Hey, assisting pt. with ADL's!".

My judgment is that, as a first semester nursing student, I need to get as much experience as I can. We all know we're doing the tech's job descriptions such as vital signs, bed bath, making beds, hygiene, etc. on top of giving oral medications and injections. Hence when the tech asked for help, I agreed to do so, especially when it didn't interfere with my own patient's care. I had told my pt.'s family member that I was next door and she could find me there should my patient needs anything.

However, this fellow group mate thought that I shouldn't have helped the tech because the patient next door wasn't my assigned patient and I shouldn't do it again next time. On top of that, I was disappointed to hear her say that if I keep helping the techs than the techs won't do their job and will impose it on me. Am I naive to think that she made a ridiculous stereotype and judgment? I know for myself that I'm not too nice to let the techs ride me over with their requests that I'd neglect my patient or miss a chance to watch/do other skills, but this was one time and dang it, fellow group mate, what is your problem?!

Was I right in my decision to help the tech? Or was I supposed to find my primary nurse instead to see if she was doing those skills that this fellow group mate appeared to deem higher than making bed and assisting pt. with his ADL's?

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Perhaps something deep this time....

“I’m a generally healthy person, which is why when the doctor told me I had a cancer I immediately told him it couldn’t be true. None of my family and friends that I know of have cancer, why me?”

I have yet to shake the face and the words of that patient out of my mind. I’ve seen these tall hospital buildings every single day for the past six weeks; in my head I know of what is inside. I knew of a wonderful woman who died of cancer and I’ve seen her in the condition she was in shortly before she passed. It should feel "normal"--however that feels--when I stepped inside Designated hospital for the first time last Tuesday, yet I found it overwhelming to see rooms with a post-op hysterectomy patient or end stage kidney disease patient who has 20 medications. Then I remember about the children’s hospital next door where little persons suffer too and it doesn’t get any more real than this.

Three months ago I watched a glimpse of a surgery on Discovery Health Channel—and Grey’s Anatomy, but soon enough I’ll be in the Operating Room witnessing a surgical procedure in person. Holly coolness Batman! That was my first reaction, but then I started worrying about fainting during a surgery, thus making a doofus out of myself. Then I thought about how my patients for the next 7 weeks aren’t people with a regular fever or a stomach ache or a broken leg, I’m not going to be in a doctor’s office taking vital signs and asking health history questions.

My patients for the next 7 weeks are people who recently have a part of their organ—or a whole organ—surgically removed due to aggressive and/or terminal diseases, and on top of taking vital signs, I may be putting in a Foley catheter or NG tube, hang an IV solutions, help them change positions on their beds, administer—and knowing—their medications and injections, recording their intake and output, and whatever it is that a first year nursing students are allowed to do—which is not a lot, but hey, you gotta start somewhere, right?

This is it, the grave diseases and disorders I’ve only known from books and TV’s are right in front of my eyes. I can see and hear them in the patients and their charts. I may be a student nurse, but the word ‘nurse’ is there nonetheless and I pray that I’ll be a great one at that. I pray that I’m sensitive to their needs, that I’m thorough and careful in my assessment, that I know how to conduct myself, that I’m pro-active, that I think fast and critically, that I am not afraid. Most importantly, I pray that I remember they’re still a person and treat them likewise.

As my friend, A, said with painful enthusiasm, “We’re gonna be damn good nurses!”

Amen, sistah, amen!

Ok, back to studying and stop using writing as an excuse for procrastinating.

Dang, that’s to many –ing’s right there…..

OK.

must.stop.writing.now.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Tuesday, I don't like you.

Tuesday in the life of Cee.

4 am
Wake up. Get ready and put scrubs on, only to take the pants off again because I put them on backwards. This is normal when you get dressed half asleep.

5 am
Bus leaves from the park and ride.

6: 10 am
Bus gets to the transit center near school. Put bag in school's locker, almost forgetting the stethoscope. This is also normal when you're half asleep.

6: 35 am
Meet with group mates and instructor at the school lobby. Walk to Designated hospital together.

6:45 am
Breakfast at McDonalds, which is located inside the cafeteria of Designated hospital and the children hospital. Yes, McDonalds inside a hospital--children's hospital nonetheless, go figure....

7 am-10 am
Group is introduced to the floors on which we will have our clinical for the next 7 weeks.

10 am
A hint of back and foot aches due to hours of constant walking and standing up. We repeat "we'll get used to this" like a mantra. We also understand the existence ugly looking shoes on the nurses and techs. "Maybe," we think, "Those ugly shoes are comfortable after all...". Thus begins the battle of holding on to your I'm-never-ever-wearing-those-ugly-shoes principle versus giving into them ugly shoes for the sake of your feet and back.

10:05 am
Group goes into a patient's room and watch instructor does an assessment on the patient.

11 am
Instructor sends us to our respective floors to gather information from a patient's chart and the Designated hospital's computer system, and eventually meet said patient and do a short assessment.

12 pm
Clinical orientation ends, "real" clinical starts next week.

12:30 pm
Meet back at school with lunch for a post-clinical conference.

2 pm
A bunch of us nap in an empty classroom while the other bunch study a few feet away. I question my decision to nap instead of studying for a second and decided that nap takes precedence to studying.

3 pm
Wake up from a hell of a fabulous power nap. Feel sorry for the aforementioned studious friends, they should have napped and ditch the books.

4 pm
Pharmacology lecture starts. Those who have clinical earlier in the day mutter curses.

7 pm
Pharmacology lecture ends. Those who have clinical earlier in the day appear zombie-like.

8 pm
Step foot in my room for the first time since morning, 16 hours earlier.

9 pm
Crash.

Monday, September 24, 2007

A little nerdy and a little stupid

That is how I feel when one week I made an A on a test for class P and the next week I made a C on a test for class A, though both are testament to how much studying was done for each test. Both were first tests, and I hatehate the first exam because you don't know what to expect. Obviously I was well prepared for the P test, then a lazy spell hit just in time for the A test. Darn.

This is week is the last clinical lab with the talking mannequins--yes, them high tech dummies do talk and it's creepy. Next week I'll start clinical at the assigned hospital, donning my scrubs and meeting real patients with the hope that they don't reject me, a clueless first year nursing student, for testing my newly acquired skills on them.

Cee: "Mr. P, I'm going to give your med through IM injection."

Mr. P: "But you're a student nurse...."

Cee (trying her best to muffle the deflating sound of her self esteem) : "Yes, I am."

Mr. P: "Do you know what you're doing? You don't know what you're doing!"

Cee (thinking this is quite true) : "I have practiced many times, Mr. P. No need to worry."

Mr. P: "You have?"

Cee (omitting the part that says all practices were done only to the creepy talking mannequins at the school's lab) : "Of course."

Update on the study partner thing:

I am glad to say that I have found study partners that I feel comfortable with, though there is a catch to this: there were only the four of us when we studied for the P test mentioned above and all of us made A's. However, for the A test the week after, three more people joined us when they saw us in the study room and invited themselves in. As you can see, this contributed to the C as well because I can't quite focus with six other people in the room compared to when there were only three other people. I haven't found out how the rest of the group did as we got the grades for the A test only recently, I do know one of them got less than what she got on the P test, though still higher than the C I got.

Perhaps finding the right people isn't enough to form this ultimate study group, thou must find the right people and the right number of people. Le sigh, my quest resumes.....

Monday, September 17, 2007

School, out!

In the last 7 days, the school has been closed twice. 'Tis fabulous.

The first time was due to weather. The forecast from the night before was not promising, so we got a notice that there will be no classes until noon. I had an evening lab for that day anyway, I just went to work at 12 instead of 9. Huzzah for sleeping in!

The second time was due to water outtage, not a single toilet in all eight floors of the building is restroom. Now you know you gotta cancel classes when it is after lunch and you've got students frantically scouring every floor for a working toilet, only to find all toilets were backed up and disgusting. Quote of the day was courtesy of a pregnant classmate, "If you ain't got any toilet, you've got any bottle or bucket or whatever for me?! 'Cuz I got to pee every 15 minutes, dammit!" You just can't go against a pregnant woman and nature's call.

And you know your social life is borderline non existent when you're happy that school is out not because you can enjoy the rest of the day out with your friends, but because you'd have more time to study for the Pharmacology test the next day....

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Have you met these study partners?

The last couple of years of pre-requisite classes were relatively easy and I breezed past the courses with mostly A's, some B's, and only two C's. But this nursing school thing is new, it's unfamiliar territory, it's just what I need to kick my lazy ass up and going. Nowadays, I could no longer get an A on a test by "studying" the night before let alone without. I actually have to study, ya know, the one where the TV is actually OFF and the iTunes is low on volume--I cannot study in absolute silent--and there is a warning on your forehead that says "Beware, studying in progress. Bother me, and I kill you" and there is a thermos full of caffeinated beverage of choice.

And then there is this thing called study group which could either boost your self esteem or burst it. It's like a beauty pageant, "Oh my GOD! She twirls fire baton, pppfft, like that could win over my pantomime! Oh no she didn't, her teeth are whiter than mine!" Yeah, not pretty. Then, there is such trouble as finding the right study partner to avoid said beauty pageant-esque situation. And you don't want to have too many of study partners either, because then you'd be discussing which country the Brangelina will adopt their next kidlet from. Oh the dilemma....

It's a trial and error process and I have yet to find the right group of people to study with. Nevertheless, I have encountered these extreme types on my quest to find the chosen ones.

The Nazi
The one who quizzes you like you have done, oh I don't know, the crime of the century. The one who asks the question 100mph without missing a beat. The one who gets pissed if you even dare to ask for a repeat of the question and the one who will deem you unfit as his/her study partner.

Nazi: "DoctororderedTagamet60mg/dayPOover3doseschild'sweight50kgonhand200mg/2ml. Howmanyml/dosewillyougive?

Me: "HUH?! What..?!"

Nazi: "What do you mean you don't know?! This is someone else's life! Someone, take her away, she's dangerous!"

And down the drain goes my self esteem.

The Detective
The one who asks every.single.details. The one who interrupts if you miss one minuscule fact that even the instructor has told us not to worry about.

Detective: "Z-track."

Me: "Pull skin, inj--"

Detective: "How many inches?"

Me: "Hu-oh, 1-1 1/2". Inject 90 degree, aspirate, inje--"

Detective: "Where are your fingers at this point?"

Me: "Two holding the needle stable. Left hand aspirate and inject slowly, withdr--"

Detective: "You wait how long?"

Me: "5 seconds?"

Detective taps fingers on the table with stone face.

Me: "8? 9? 10?"

And further down the sewer goes my self esteem.

The Snob
The one who is so unreasonably nit picky about this study group thing.

Me: "Hey, K and I are going to study tomorrow before lecture, you wanna join?"

Snob: "K? Isn't that the one who sits next to you? Ugh, annoying."

Me: "Um, oookaay then...."

Snob: "But hey, do you wanna study with me and S tomorrow before lecture? S looks really smart."

Me : "Yeah, my dog looks really smart too and he's scared of a lion plush toy...."

The Easy One
The one who agrees with basically whatever you say, even when what you said isn't entirely true and you know it.

Easy One: "Asthma?"

Me: "Can't breathe."

Easy One: "Fabulous. Emphysema?"

Me: "Can't breathe."

Easy One: "Wonderful. Bronchitis?"

Me: "Can't breathe."

Easy One: "Great, you're gonna make 100 on the test."

Me: "And the moon is blue tomorrow...."

Have you met yours? Or have you met any of these extreme ones? Or have met other extremes I did not mention here?

I am determined to find the right study partner(s) before my projected graduation date....

Monday, August 27, 2007

Nursing School

Today is my first day and it went pretty well if I may say so myself.

One of the new things I'm getting used to is that each of my Monday classes is taught by several instructors, so it's sort of this tandem teaching thing going on. The course manager of the first class reminded me of Stanley Tucci, the other instructor reminded me of Colonel Sanders, and another one reminded me of Kimmie Gibbler of Full House, then the course manager of the second class suddenly started teaching in a Russian accent. It was madness. But funny. And made those lectures bearable. And you gotta love instructors who throw candies to their students before they start their morning lecture--well, they might do that just because it was the first day and they didn't wanna bring out their claws just yet....

I am not fond of when my Assessment lab is scheduled. The day it is on is fine but the time, ugh, forces me to drive in to school instead of taking the bus, wasting my gas and money for parking. Hatehate.

So one of the instructors mentioned above admitted to the effort of arranging lecture materials into a rap, in her words: "I have yet to compose the rap and the beat, but in the foreseeable future I see myself do the (makes a kinda DJ playing the record movement) wiki wiki...."

I think the whole class was just about to die of laughter at a Kimmie Gibbler lookalike attempting what she termed "the wiki wiki", whatever that is....

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

And so it begins....


My life as a student nurse.

Excuse the crappyness of the picture, I'm a student who had just paid her tuition, too broke to buy a camera or a new cell with better camera.

A friend asked if I have lost weight upon seeing the picture above, giving me all the more reason to wear this ensemble everywhere I go....

Monday, August 13, 2007

DUNZO!

I am D to the O, the N the E with summer school with a B to boot!

Now I have been doing little to nothing ever since school is done (have about a week of break before a string of orientations and eventually the semester) and was actually quite confused of what to do with this oh so much free time. But fear no more for I have made a to do list, which consist of:

1. Get my car an alignment service and get it inspected.

2. Clean my room, it looks like my closet flew in and exploded there. Not pretty. This brings me to number 3.

3. Fold the clean clothes, it's been in the basket for...hrrmm a week? I think....

4. Pick up a new book to read, probably My Sister's Keeper.

5. Get my friend her long overdue birthday present, which brings me to number 6.

6. Wish my other friend a belated 'Happy Birthday' (what? I was busy studying...), which brings me to number 7.

7. Get Dad's birthday present. Don't worry, I actually remembered calling him on the day. This brings me to number 8.

8. Figured out where to have a my birthday dinner--a proper one--before we go clubbing and get trashed for the night....

9. Get up early tomorrow morning to take the newly-arrived-to-the-U.S. of A cousin to see the counselor at his school. Thing reminds me of number 10.

10. Call the student life office and demand them of my I-20. Damn, I would've been rich if I had a dolla' for everytime they said "It'll be ready soon, I'll call you." Apparently their standard of 'soon' is different than mine, I thought 'soon' meant within a week or two and they thought 'soon' is 3 months and going. Bah.

11. Figured out the time and dates for my three orientations and the CPR class. Yes, they're making me go to three, go figure. One for International Students, One for new Undergraduate Nursing Students, one is for something else I couldn't remember which is why this is on the to do list. Bah Bah.

12. Pay Fall Semester tuition. BAH BAH BAH!

That is all.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

It's the cat's fault

If I fail this Patho final tomorrow, blame it on my cousin's cat. The cat decided that my notebook would make for a comfortable sleeping mat for him, so in he waltzed into my room and sprawled on top of my notes like nobody's business.

And what did he do when I moved him? He bit me.

That's right, people, that feline he is evil. I have five tiny bite marks on my arm and there are photographic evidences to prove this, now if only my phone would send these pictures into My Album online or my email....

Sunday, August 5, 2007

No, I don't know why Michael Jackson sounds so girly....

There is this phenomenon that has been on full force ever since it was made known that I'm finally in a nursing school and is well on my way to my first semester. The phenomenon where people ask me all sort of medical related questions--and not just general question but specific questions about one's own poop or nipple or...well, you get the idea, all topic is fair game--like I'm god of all medical knowledge. Ask and thou shalt receive thy answers!

NOT!

No, I don't know why so and so said your poop shouldn't smell otherwise you're not healthy, the last I remember malodorous is the nature of poops. No, I don't know why your right foot is longer than your left. No, I don't know why your boob...bah I just don't know! No se, Jose! Je ne sais pas!

I am humbled that the friends and family think that I am the more knowledgeable person in that area, that they decide to direct their inquiries to me but by golly I am only a first year student nurse which more or less means I'm neither a walking medical encyclopedia ready to give you the answers to life your body nor am I Dr. Oz, oozing wisdom and confidence. I'm more like...clumsy and klutzy and clueless.

Then they have look of disappointment when I tell them I don't know, not like "Gah , you so stupid!" (at least I hope it's not like that) disappointment, but more like "Oh man, who else could I ask this to? My PCP?! No way, it's embarrassing!" kinda disappointment. To this I say, well there is always Ask Dr. Wiki or eMedicine or WebMD, but favorites of mine for answering those weird questions are Why Do Men Have Nipples? and Why Do Men Fall Asleep After Sex? They are absolutely hilarious, I love it.

But anyway, then they'd turn to me and ask "So what do you know?" and I'd stammer uh's and um's and blabber about the weather instead, feigning my lack of medical knowledge.

I kid, I kid, I'm not that stupid, though I'm quite convinced I'm more knowledgeable in the trashy gossipy entertainment field. ;)

Sunday, July 29, 2007

"Oh, there is another one....."

On the morning of 27th, I received a phone call from my mom. It was night time where she lives (we originated from an South East Asian country) and she sounded tired yet happy, the reason being that she and Dad had just become proud grandparents to twin baby girls. My SIL gave birth--4 weeks early--after long hours of labor.

But that is not the whole story.

The whole is that all along we were expecting a single baby girl, ultrasound technician and OB/GYN himself confirmed a single baby girl, that is until a baby girl did come out but OB/GYN noticed that SIL's tummy was still round and swell. So he prodded around and lo and behold, there is another one, say hello to baby #2, y'all!

Bah! What the hell?! How could they missed twins during 8 months of prenatal care??!! I realized that they opted with the old school ultrasound, none of that fancy schmancy level 4 one, but still! There are two heartbeats, is it really possible not to hear two?! Or was it just pure carelessness?

I think it was the latter.

SIL's OB/GYN was the doctor who birthed my two brothers and I, so my mom was quite loyal and defended him when I criticized bitched on his (and the ultrasound technician's) skill, or lack of thereof. The OB/GYN blamed said ultrasound technician for the mishap and excused it with the twins' on top of each other position instead of side by side, hence the appearance of one baby on the screen. As for the heartbeat, he made an excuse of they were beating at the same time so he could not differentiate, plus he was going on the confirmed ultrasound of one baby. Mom seemed to accept it and let it go, but I beg to differ. I (and a few friends and a nurse I've talked about this to) still can't wrapped it around our mind that they missed it.

Fortunately, the babies are healthy. Baby #1 weighed in at 2. 3 kg (4 lbs. 7 oz.) and baby #2 was 2. 248 kg (4 lbs. 648 oz.). Baby #2 had some breathing difficulty shortly after birth, but she's pulled out of it and is going to be fine. My grandparents who live here are elated at the news, seeing their faces when I told them the news were something I would never forget, though it broke my heart a little that they won't be able to see their great granddaughters in the near future. They haven't been officially named, though Mom just said they are thisclose to putting the names down on the birth certificates--the last I heard they are Arabella and Aurelia. I, as the proud aunt, approve of the names.

Now I have to shop double for the baby stuffs. Le sigh. I'm turning into one of those aunts who spoil the kidlets rotten....

In other news, aka nursing school wise, final is a mere two weeks away. Comprehensive final, 'nuff said. I can foresee a lot of long hours and late nights studying and very little to none going out of the house in the next two weeks, very bleak and gloomy future I say. Oy....

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Study Habits: Which One are You?

This was brought up to me while reviewing cramming for test #2 with a bunch of study buddies. We discussed our own study habits and those that we have heard of others doing, it is quite interesting and amusing.

Strategy wise:

The note cards makers--The ones who make a stack of super near note cards and study them like it's a treasure map. You can also count on these cards being carried around like crack on Pete Doherty, they are available for study purposes anytime anywhere. Lining up for hours to get Deathly Hallows at the bookstore? No problemo! The note cards makers will whip out them note cards from their jeans pocket and study!

The lectures listeners--The ones who listen to recorded lectures agibizillion times. Remember that episode of Friends when Joey listens to that tape religiously even in his sleep? Yeah, it's like that. Expect their iPod to be filled with "Neoplasm-Dr. M 6/26/07", "Asthma-Dr. M 7/3/07", and "Stroke-Dr. M 6/12/07".

The lectures transcriptors--The lectures listeners can turn in these, which are the ones who write down every single word the professor said on the lecture. Every. Single. Word. I didn't think this type exists, but I have seen the notebook with the lecture transcript with my own eyes. I was rather baffled by it....

The notesers--The ones who study almost everything from their notes and their notes only. Textbook is deemed to make one even more confused. It is not the Bible, it shall be used only as a reference.

The textbookers--The opposite of the above. They study textbook as religiously as--if not more than--their notes. Back problem can surface from carrying those big-assed textbooks in their backpack everywhere with them.

Place wise:

The library goers--The ones who make a pilgrimage to the library and set up his/her own little camp in the quietest and dustiest corner of said library, by camp I mean sleeping bag and alarm clock--coffee thermos and air freshener are sometimes included. They have the ability to sit at one place with their books for long hours. Some of them are known to give you death glares if God forbid you drop a pen and its clinking bursts their hardcore studying. They strictly abide by the silence is golden motto.

The people watchers--The ones who study at the park or by the window of a coffee shop so every ten minutes they can look up and be distracted. The people minding their own business and definitely not studying motivate these people watchers. "Just wait until next week when I'm done with this test, I will be free to join you non-studying people! One more week, dammit!"

The bookstorers--The ones who go to Barnes & Nobles or Borders with the intention to study but make a detour to the magazines or newly arrived section. Reading anything but the study materials is like a warm up before the real thing, but sometimes the bookstore-rers would lose their self control and say "Oh screw studying, Lindsay Lohan is crashing another car and Britney Spears is flashing her hoo-ha and Paris Hilton is going to jail and jebus did i read that right? Nicole Richie is pregant, yo!"

The homies--Those who don't go to the library or bookstore or coffee shop to study. They are only an arm reach of one's own computer and iTunes and food and TV, all are distractive in nature but oh so hard to let go. The idea of studying somewhere bereft of the comfort of their own home is terrifying. "What if someone sends me a mighty important email and I need to reply ASAP otherwise someone will...die or something? What if Oprah's camera crew shows up with a car for me??!! And there I was studying at Barnes freaken Nobles, do you understand how suck that would be?! Huh, huh huh?!!!"

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Strategy wise, I am a noteser. I do use the textbook don't get my wrong but just for a review before or after a the lecture and as a reference to add things to my notes when I feel like I miss something my professor says in class. When it comes to study for the test, it is my notes that I study the most, I rarely study both notes and textbook in the week leading up to a test.

I think the transcripting thing is just crazy and not a good way to study. The one who did this was actually the one who brought up the discussion because he has been frustrated with this method--duh!--and needed an advice on how to study better.

I tried the bookstore thing, didn't work to well for me. I got sucked in with the magazines and new novels and my study plan went to a deep dark abyss real fast. I have a short attention span when it comes to studying, and this is why I am not a note cards maker and the library goer. I don't have the patience to make note cards and I cannot stand sitting long hours straight in one place just staring at my notes. I need distractions, therefore, I am a homie. Ahoy!

I am quite reluctant to study outside my home because it is a task that requires more than just a couple of hours, hence the need to be surrounded by things I know and am comfortable with. I want to go use the bathroom without having to bring all my stuff along with me or worry about someone's stealing my stuff if I leave them at a library/bookstore/coffee shop. I need to have music playing when I study, music that I actually like, not the overly played songs from the radio. I need to be able to lean back and feel the plushy couch, not a hard wooden chair.

I could not would not stand studying in the library. Bookstores are too much of a temptation. A cafe or a park I could do, though not my first choice. Home does it for me, I guess there really is no place like home. Hee!

Thursday, July 19, 2007

The U. N., Test #2, and The Free Printing.

Dr. M as he passed our tests back: "Waboo...muh...ley? Wabo...meh...ley?"

Wabomule*: "It's wa-bo-moo-ley."

Dr. M: "Okay, sorry. Pak...tuh...?"

Phakstahki*: "Puck-stuh-kee."

Dr. M: "Gotcha. Che...hee...."

Che Hui*: "It's ceh-hwee."

Dr. M: "Goodness gracious, it's like the U. N. in here!"

Me thinking: "Tee hee, wait till he gets to my name....."

Which of course, he did butcher it.

*names have been changed.

As you can see, we got test #2 back already--well, actually we were allowed to write on the test and we went over it after everybody had turned in their answer sheet, and I made a high B, which is much much better than test#1, a letter grade above the last one. Huuuzzaaah!!!!

In another good news, my have-gone-to-crappy-community-college-for-too-long self was reminded of the amazingness (I know that's not really a word, but humor me) that is FREE printing at the university computer lab. Holy free printing Batman! All this time, I've been wasting papers and ink at home for these lectures printouts when I could've done it here for free??!!

But then being deprived of any good service at said community college got me all skeptical. I mean, really?! Are you sure they're not going to bill me for this later?! There really isn't any pay card machine jigmajig here??

That got me a head smacking by my friend, "You fool, just press PRINT already!"

And I did, all wide-eyed as if the print button was to open heaven's gate or something....

But as my AP Economics teacher in high school once said: there is no such thing as free lunch, I did pay for those free printing in my tuition. Oh wells....

Monday, July 16, 2007

Scene from a study desk

Test number 2 coming right up.
iPod, food, and other distractions not pictured.
What? I'm a procrastinator at heart, there have to be distractions....

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Ebert & Roeper, is that you?

A professor when trying to convince us to watch the movie 'Iris' with Kate Winslet and Judi Dench, which he deemed had the best portrayal of Alzheimer's disease:

"If you're offended by nudity, don't watch it. If you're offended by one sex scene, don't watch it. If you're offended by F-word, no, two F-words, don't watch it."

Insert chuckles from the class here.

"It's a really good movie, you really should watch it. The nudity isn't a lot, it's just a younger Iris Murdoch played by Kate Winslet going skinny dipping on the river by her and her husband's cottage. If you've noticed by now Kate Winslet has no problem undressing in her movies, so there ya have it. Kate Winslet jumping into the water...naked."

Insert laughs from the class here.

"The sex scene you can't see anything from it. The husband came home and found her having sex with their friend, as he opened the door to their bedroom the camera panned to his face so you don't see much. So really, still go rent this movie."

Insert eye rollings from the class here.

"Then the F-word, you can't use any other word but it in that scene. The emotions, the drama, it really was the best usage of the F-word. You can't say any other word. you can't say 'Oh, Fickle!!!' No, you have to say Fu.... So go rent the movie, it's really good."

Insert "Do we get extra credit if we watch it?" from someone at the back of the classroom followed by a chorus of "Yeah" across the room.

"No, but you should watch it anyway."

Insert a collective disappointed sighs from the class.

"Now, moving on to the stages of Alzheimer's....."

"Oh thank GOD! I thought he was gonna go on about every single detail of this movie until class ends, " said A, the person sitting next to me.

"No shit. I thought he was going to bring it for us to watch after the test next week..." said the person next A.

"For shame, I would've brought popcorns," I said.

"I would've brought margaritas...." said A.

This class really amuses me sometimes.

I'm going to pick up 'Iris' once I'm done with test #2 next week and watch Kate Winslet jumps into the water (naked), and a sex scene where you don't see a thing (why call it a sex scene then? Heh....), and of course, the most appropriate usage of two F-words.

Oh, and while chugging down the margaritas too.....

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Here's a story:

Once upon a time there was a girl who, after debating and contemplating between the Nurse Lane and the Doctor Boulevard, decided that she would take the Nurse Lane because that was where she felt she wanted to be. To make the story short, she finally got into a SoN. Almost halfway through her summer school at the nursing school when she thought to herself, "Self, why don't I write this experience down so I could look back at it someday and be all nostalgic and laugh at my clueless self. Plus, the writing needs some improvement and well, practice makes prefect they say." So she did just that to chronicle what she got herself into.

As for now, she is currently taking Pathophysiology as that summer class. Fall semester will start at the end of August and she has ordered her scrubs and school badge and stethoscope and what have you. She's taken her first test in Patho and passed, just not with flying colors. The next test, a week from today, will be better though.

So there's the mandatory introductory post. No, she will no longer talk in third person like this.