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Especially the ones who keep commenting on this old post… Surprise! Without you I might not get to count on at least one laugh a month!

When your long anticipated wait for your Fall clinical schedule ends and you find out the ONLY student you never want to see again is assigned to the same group.

FUCK MY LIFE.

I can only hope she throws another one of her fits and demands to be moved. I will be my normal grateful and happy student self so the real jackwagon is obvious. She is never grateful or happy so if she plays it, the fake will be obvious.

The good news is I’m at a nice hospital, slightly closer to home, and have one of the toughest (read: GOOD) instructors in the program. I anticipate the herd will be thinned this term, I just hope I am not in that bunch! I will do all I can to help myself and my classmates. Teamwork is important, I just hope the rest of the group gets it.

You know, at least the miserable student lets me know where I stand by throwing a fit in front of everyone if we’re assigned the same group. Not so for fellow students. Yesterday they reacted in sympathy to the miserable student for having to spend all of an hour with me, yet today they are chatty and helpful as can be with me. On Facebook.

Seriously, if you can’t be cool to me in person in front of your miserable friend, don’t fake it with me in cyberspace. It’s lame and makes you look like assholes who can’t think for yourselves or that you like being led around by the nose by an insecure, miserable person.

This is school and we’re training to be PROFESSIONALS, not taking an advanced clique training camp. Get with the program, get mature, and think for yourself. Someday YOU will have a license to provide care that may save someone’s life. Guess what? I ALREADY HAVE ONE. Time to play catch up, not games.