job description

One of my professors put up this slide today in class.

WANTED

People to work long house with frequent mandatory overtime. Few holidays and weekends off. Must be able to keep massive amounts of paperwork up to date while making split-second, life-or-death decisions. Must be immune to verbal abuse and able to neutralize the occasional physical assault. Must display patience, kindness, understanding, and caring even when personal life is coming apart at the seams. Salary in no way commensurate with training and ability.

Anyone interested?

On second thought, maybe being a plumber is my true calling.

the force is strong with this one

It's getting worse. Now the boys say "SQUIRREL!" every time I get distracted by something in class. My attention span is not that short, I promise. They just like to show off their hip knowledge of Pixar movies.

Some stuff I just don't get. We were introduced to energy healing. I started pretending I could open doors like a Jedi and then mock-seriously started waving my hands above my partner's head. The prof stopped mid-sentence, looked at me and said "I feel like you've done this before."

Uh... yeah.

It's ok. I pretend to be a Jedi all the time, when I'm not busy fighting orcs. Nothing to see here, move along.


I got an A on my first pharmacology test. Clinical next Friday.

miss fidget

Still learning how to keep from killing people.

One month down. First test over. I have a constant headache which I suspect from the holes drilled in my head that knowledge is poured into four days a week.

Yesterday, we were given an exercise on energy healing. Yeah, it's a little more into alternative therapy than I'm comfortable with, but anyway. The professor started talking about finding balance and being in the moment. She asked why it was so hard for us to find stillness.

The guy sitting behind me poked me in the back and hissed "She means you!"

Guess I have a hard time sitting still for three hours. What a surprise.

living my future

It's scary.

It's scary to decide what to do with the rest of your life and then follow through on that decision.

It's scary to know that when 18 months have passed, people's lives will be in your hands.

It's scary to trust that you will be provided with the knowledge to keep people alive during that time.

So much trusting to do. So much learning to do.

Still the passion is burning within me. I want to be a trauma flight nurse. If that doesn't work out, I want to be a ground trauma nurse. So badly.

But oh! some of my classes are making me crazy!

i love that our friendship is based predominantly on threats.

I did it.

I survived the first two weeks of nursing school.

They gave me a bag of needles and told me not to leave them in the soccer field. I feel so... reliable.

Then they told me all the ways I could potentially kill somebody. I feel so... inadequate.

Two weeks down, 18 months to go.


Oh. If you're one of those people and you're reading this, stop telling me how much you hate needles when I tell you I'm going into nursing. I really don't care, and they're so much less scary than crush injuries. Which I might give you if you keep making that comment.

these will be the things that I've done

I hate calling them New Year's resolutions, but rather some things I would like to achieve in 2010. This is a stick by which to measure my progress.

1. Pay off credit card
2. Stop swearing (this is for you, Mom)
3. Learn to drive a stick shift. I'm not completely incapable, just not very adept.
4. Stop being so judgey and love people better
5. Learn to listen like Jason does
6. Pass all my classes
7. Read at least 20 non-textbooks


I think #6 might be the hardest... I'll be in school for nearly 11 of the next 12 months.

purple pride

I went to my new school to sort some things out today. Found the doors to the building in which Student Accounts is located were locked, so I went to get my parking permit. While I was filling out paperwork, two girls came in and asked if Student Accounts was open today.

Me: "Um, both doors to the building are locked, if that means anything..."
Vehicle registry lady: "Oh my gosh, that can't be right, someone should be in there. But we don't talk to them. You'd have to go to the building. But someone should be there!"

I went back, just to check.

The doors were still locked.