Hey everyone! (Hugs all around.) Well I'm writing from the swamp of homeworkland, ughhhh, I never REALLY thought it would be this hard. You guys warned me, but this has been a rough week!
Day one 8/19:
Dog ran away in AM, (thank god was found and was able to retrieve her before school, but didn't get to school as early as I'd planned.)
I wear slacks w/ "sensible" shoes (not my normal slouchy, comfy shorts, scrubs, jeans, etc.) to try and make a good first impression. Go to the bathroom just before school starts, Zipper breaks on slacks. No one around has safety pin (that is, none of the all-of-about-4 people-I-know-in-the-nursing-program-so-far)
CRITICAL THINKING at its best (are you guys SICK TO DEATH of hearing that buzzword at school yet?) I borrow a stapler and staple my pants shut. Pull shirt over pants (thank god for long shirts) go to class. Now I'm late (BIG, BIG deal at my school - they lock you out normally but it was first day so they just gave me that withering look - you know the one ).
First break, I come back, put soda on desk. Little blond in front of me (has she REALLY graduated from high school and been in college long enough to finish the pre-reqs???) turns around and knocks soda over as she passes me a paper. Soda all over desk, notes, binder, handouts, and of course, all over me. Sitting in puddle of soda, now look like I peed my pants, oh excuse me,"VOIDED". I say to blond "can you get me some paper towels," after all, she knocked it over, right? She says, "you want ME to get some paper towels?" I say, yes, I have soda all down my front (scrambling to save precious notes/handouts). Get this, she says, "where do I get them????" I say, "in the bathroom" and try not to look at her like "you idiot". She turns back to her paper, finishes filling out her survey (I'm still sitting in soda puddle), then, as I'm getting up to get them myself, she finally goes to get some. I clean up mess (get no help from blondie who seems put out that she had to get the towels), and wonder without saying it out loud what the heck else can go wrong.
Made it through the rest of the day w/o incident, thank god. I have 1 nice instructor (who writes very hard test questions I hear) and two demons posing as nursing instructors. (I keep waiting for their heads to spin around in the middle of lecture.) I want to scream "Who are you and what have you done to my teacher???" But I sink a little lower in my chair and try to write faster.
My new motto for nursing school is KMS, for Keep Mouth Shut. (Obviously hard for yours truly).
So any other first day stories? I could use the humor!!!
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