a pathetic little blog
I’m 15 days out from the end of my first year of nursing school. It can’t happen fast enough. I am finally enjoying a lovely lab group. We all get along really well in any combination of teams or groups. Such a refreshing change from the previous two quarters (and summer school) with a group full of honest to goodness bitches. I’m so over those chicks I can’t say it enough. Our class is small enough so there is no way not to have to see them or interact with them. I wish I could jump ahead to the class in front of us or in moment of insanity, fail back to be with another class. There is not a single day where I don’t get some sort of hassle from one of them and it’s usually something inconsequential, nagging, and stupid. I’m on the verge of screaming
and I don’t even think anyone would blink if I did. I might even get a standing ovation right before I was escorted off campus and out of the program based on the total lack of professionalism that would display. Instead I dread class days. Dread checking my email. Rue the day I became involved in our class and nursing school leadership. I’m way happy as a mentor and leader by example. And way more appreciated. Is the resume entry worth it?
Dammit I am putting a lot of energy into giving a shit about them. I imagined this blog would be 2 years of nursing school drama and bliss. Not a retelling of high school cliquery.
We opened the semester with a math test. Turns out that we needed to pass the test in order to pass meds to patients this week. Makes sense… if we had jacked up our test we have no business calculating the pills that will go into a patient.
The next two days are in the hospital. On day one we are just doing total care for one patient for the purposes of continued orientation and for the instructor to have a little more ease in juggling all 10 of us. I had a very sweet woman who is dealing with an ailment I’m familiar with due to family history. It was nice for her not to have to explain her life story to me and just chill out while I took care of her. On the next day I was passing her meds, so I guess that meant I passed my test!
It’s dark in the morning when we arrive at the hospital. The instructor has asked that we wait for each other before walking the block to the hospital. Don’t walk alone. I had timed my arrival so I get there at the same time as the 3rd BFF, who assured me she’d be there at a certain time. Instead the remaining BFFs were and as soon as they saw me park, they high-tailed it out of the lot for the hospital. Can you even believe that? I waited a few minutes and another student arrived, so we walked together. I was on my unit 30 minutes by myself, which means that I woke up a half hour too early. And when you wake up at 4am, YOU WANT THAT EXTRA 30 MINUTES. I was pretty pissy that day as you can imagine.
At the end of the day I got my act together and out of there ASAP because I was tired and had more work for the next day. Everyone else seemed to stay put. And guess what? They all got busted the next morning for invading the space of the night shift students. That was sweet. I had a GREAT day after that. It’s the little things that keep me going.
The first week of nursing school was pretty low-key. On the first day, I arrived early for a meeting with the Orientation Club. I was selected along with several other students to see a small group of incoming students through their first semester of school. The hope is that if we can form small communities within their larger class we will lose less students to simply dropping out and failing out. My group is great and overly concerned with their grades than whether or not they understand what they’re learning and being able to perform their skills adequately.
Following that we had our first lecture that lasted about 3 hours. It was so boring I pretty much forgot we even had it. The lecturer pretty much spent the entire time saying that we didn’t need to write anything down because it was so basic.
The next day was a clinical day on campus where we had a quickie review of scenarios with our lab instructors so they could have a look at us and be confident we knew what we are doing on this level. The second clinical day was in the hospital and that was confined to orientation and tour of the facility. In the end my instructor split her group of 10 students into two groups of 5, thereby granting me an accidental favor of putting Miserable Student in the other group with two of her BFFs. The third BFF is in my group and is having a very hard time without them which I find exceedingly odd since the two of us were together from the first day of school in January as partners. You have to wonder what sort of bullshit she is being fed and actually believes.
Our last lecture day was also forgettable. I think most of the lectures this particular nurse will give might be that way. I want to lose consciousness even thinking about it.
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