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    I thought that most colleges require students for whom english is a second language to pass some type of proficency test in order to be admitted?

    Hopefully her skills will improve as time goes by, if not I'm sure that her performance in clinicals will be less than optimal. How long does she have until she graduates? Maybe by then she'll be better. Also, she must be able to read and write english pretty well in order to do well on tests, papers, care plans, etc.

    In the end, you have to be able to communicate with the patients, doctors, other nurses, cna's, ( the list goes on) in order to be effective, in my opinion.

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    It is highly unlikely that any of those drugs are still in your system. Besides, if you were prescribed the medicine and took it as prescribed, you don't have anything to worry about. They are going to test you for pot, coke, meth, acid, etc. Motrin is an otc med.

    Good luck with your new job! :hatparty:

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    It is never worth lying about will always come back to get you. One of the most important things in nursing is ethics. You dont' want to start it all with a lie.

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    I was accepted at the University of Maryland at Baltimore even though my previous GPA was like a 1.6. (Lots of party little study) However, 20 years latter, I have a 4.0 in all of prereqs, so my over all GPA is now a wopping 2.9 something. Anyway, they do look at circumstances. PS: I'm not going to UMD because I was also accepted at Johns Hopkins and have decided to go there instead.

    I'm sure you'll do well, everyone has a hiccup here or there.

    Good luck

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    I had a cone biopsy in 1988 following class IV PAP that did not resolve after cyro and colposcopy. Had general in small hospital and went home same day. I had just had a baby several months prior, but don't remember any problems following surgery. Class I PAP since then. I remember the doc said should wait a year to become pregnant, incompetent cervix possible...but rare, I think? Personnally, I thought that the colposcopy with punch biopsy was MUCH meds.

    Good luck to you!

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    Quote from Killeen
    When do your doc's ok epidurals?
    we have always made a big deal about waiting until the pt was in active labor and 4cm, however a 2docs so far have suggested the new thought is that is doesn't matter if the pt is 4cm or even contracting- just start the epidural then the Induction.
    Any thoughts ?
    There is a good thread on this topic in the Nurse Anesthetist section. It is entitled UCSF OB Anesthesia Meeting on pg 4 of the thread. I'll try to make a link, but I'm pretty new at this:

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    Quote from NJNess
    Hi, I'm new here, I stumbled across this site, and decided to jump right in.

    I was actually looking for some people who can sympathize with me, or offer some words of wisdom.

    I found out today that I did not pass my 3rd of 4 semesters and I have to re-take it. I won't be graduating in December as planned and will have to stay behind while all my new friends, study partners and classmates move on. I am extremely bummed out. I feel embarrased, ashamed, and generally, like a failure. I really struggled this semester.

    I'm feeling torn between just saying forget it and quitting and going on. I don't want to be a quitter, but maybe I'm just not cut out for this.

    Anybody ever been where I am now?
    I don't think you should quit, for what it is worth. You are so close and while it may be embarrassing, you are not the only one who has ever failed. You will have new classmates, make new friends, and probably have an easier time the next go around. You shouldn't be ashamed of failure, we all fail at something sooner or later. The only people who don't are those who never try new things or take risks.

    Henry Ford said that failure is the opportunity to begin again more intelligently. Identify why you failed and take steps from preventing it in the future. You will be stronger from having tried, but not from quitting.

    Good luck to you!

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    Quote from glimmer
    anyone use an a&p coloring book to help study? which one do you recommend?

    i thought it was a waste of time. my mother has gone back to school and is taking a&p right now, she draws everything out herself...but then she is much more talented that way then i am.

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    I took A&P I and Micro at the same time and made an A in both. I thought Micro was harder, but very interesting. I loved the lab.

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    I have seen many people in my practice over the years who were aged or mentally ill. These people did not have more to offer our society than did Terri. However, these people are still alive in our nursing homes and state homes.

    I think that a distinction ought to be made between people who are aged or mentally retarded and those who are in a persistant vegatative state.

    I do know that not feeding a living thing is cruel and must be painful. Tell my tummy when it is growling that I don't feel discomfort when I am hungry. Tell the starving people in other countires that they don't really hurt from starvation.

    There is no medical evidence to support the idea that a person in a persistant vegatative state has the ability to perceive anything. The areas of Terri Schiavo's brain which would allow perception or realization or feeling of any kind where not functioning.

    I don't mean any disrespect. As humans, we are programed to respond to facial expressions and it is hard to look at the videos that were shown, ad naseum, and not see some type of cognition. But again, there is no evidence, and I'm sure the autopsy report will bear this out, that there were any purposeful movements, perception, or cognition going on. It's just what it looks like, not what it really is.

    The people most able to make any determinations in this case were the doctors, who were largely ignored, and Michael Schiavo. He obviously loved his wife very much and it took him three years to come to terms with her condition. Unfortunately, her parents never could. Whatever was left of her, her body, was enough for them. It is heartbreaking for all. But I don't believe we have the right to judge Michael Schiavo for finally going on with his life, after many years, and trying to find love and happiness.

    Finally, it is certainly not the place of congress to override the decisions of the judiciary. Checks and balances, three branches of the government and all of that.

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    Hi Tanya,

    I sent you an email, let me know if you didn't receive it.


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    Hi Tanya,

    I haven't lived in NO for 20 years, but I do go back and visit. I lived in the French Quarter, my mother is an artist and worked on Jackson Square. To be honest, the place has changed so much that I find it a little depressing, especially the Quarter. Much more dangerous now. Also, a lot of the charming, historic places, like the Old Absinthe Bar, have been changed into generic tourist traps. The last few times I went back was in August, and the heat really got to me. So, no I don't really miss it...but I do gain weight whenever I return, the food is excellent!!

    I went to USL (ULL) for only one semester. My boyfriend at the time was attending Tulane, so you know where I was like every weekend. But I did spend some time a the Red Dog Saloon. I was a theater major, so I worked on both plays that semester. I did so poorly, though, that my parents made me come back to NO. I had to wait out a semester on academic probation, and then went to UNO for 3 semesters. Started out well, but quickly sucumbed to the alure of the night life and Tulane frat parties. Ended up dropping out and working at the Chart House (no longer there, used to be on the corner of St. Ann and Chartres) Came to my senses and joined the Coast Guard. That turned out to be a great decision.

    I think the thing that has saved me academically is that I went to a very good high school, Ben Franklin, and so had a good foundation to build on when I returned to school 5 years ago.

    Anyway, if you have any other questions dont' hesitate to ask.


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    Hi Peachy, I am starting the traditional program this Fall. JHU does not seem to be terribly gpa oriented. They really do look at the whole person: work experiences, overcoming difficulties, leadership potential, etc. Your essay is your opportunity to sell yourself.

    1. What GPA's did you guys have going in? GRE scores?

    My GPA for prereq courses is a 4.0. However, due to my previous college career in the early 80's my OVERALL GPA is like a 3.0. Yes, I was young and totally not ready for school. I have not taken the GRE yet.

    2. For those who are already in or have completed the accelerated program, can you please give me some insight into how difficult it is/was? Did you find you could achieve above a 3.0 without a nervous breakdown ( )

    I don't know the answer to this one.

    3. This might be a VERY stupid question, because I know they accept out-of-state applicants, but does it matter what state you come from? Are they south-friendly?(I'm from Louisiana)

    I was born and raised in New Orleans. I attended USL (ranked in the top 10 for party schools at that time) and UNO while I worked full-time waiting tables. This explains my overall GPA, no?

    4. Does anyone know if they look at only your overall GPA or your pre-reqs and last 60 hours as well? I started off working full-time and not caring about school. Since I've been back (2 years), I've received straight A's, but it's still only pulled me up to a 3.4.

    As I said before, I don't think your grades will be an issue as long as you have other qualities that you can highlight in your essay. I can't even tell you how embarrassing it was to have to send those transcripts from UNO and USL. :uhoh21:

    Also, I am older, 43, and I retired two years ago from the Coast Guard. I am a certified EMT and I have my CNA license in the state of Oregon.

    Thanks for EVERYTHING and ANY info you can give me guys. I would LOVE to attend JHU, and would do whatever it took to make it; I just hope I haven't screwed myself by preferring work over school in the beginning.

    So, no, you aren't screwed. One thing I wished I had is some volunteer experience. If you have time, I would look into that.

    Good luck with your plans and keep us posted.

    Gwen Coleman

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    Quote from jwillhite

    I am trying to find an accelerated intro to microbiology course with a lab to attend in a classroom setting...NOT online.

    If the course is not too long I would be willing to travel to a different state across the country. But on the west coast would be the most ideal seeing as how I am in the Bay Area of California and have two small children.


    Southwestern Oregon Community College in Coos Bay, OR usually has an acelerated microbiology class through the summer...if there is enough interest. It is geared toward health care providers. The instructor is great. Their WEB site is I took the class during a regular semester and enjoyed it very much.

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    Zombi RN and student forever like this.

    Quote from allamericangirl
    In 1950 I was six years old, so I wasn't a nurse, but these are the things that I remember about medical care. Everyone had a family doctor who was like a member of your family. He took care of your mom and dad, aunts and uncles, grand parents and you. Our family doctor was Dr. Riech. He was a scrubby clean, sweetly serious man with a bald head with meteciously cut white hair on the sides. "His" nurse was Alma. When you went to the doctor's office, you didn't call first, you just walked in. His office was open from 7am to 4pm, Monday through Friday and from 7am till 12 noon on Saturday.

    The doctor's office: The office was in a small red brick building. It had wooden door with a large glass, like a french door, and Dr. R.F. Riche, M.D. was painted neatly on the door in gold leaf, block lettering with the hours below, and a phone number to call the doctor, after hours, which was his HOME phone number. You couldn't see inside the door because it had a spotless, white, sheer curtain, gathered closely together and tightly stretched, on the inside of the door, between two curtain rods at the top and the bottom of the glass.

    When you opened the door and walked inside, it was a large waiting room with dark oak wooden arm chairs lined up against three walls, and they were always full of patients. The walls always looked freshly painted, and were "hospital" green, a light minty color. There were 12x12 green and white asbestos tiles with little black veins in them, on the floor, that were so shiny that you could see yourself in it. The minute that you walked through the door, you smelled alcohol. There was a long, dark oak, chest high, counter centered in the middle of the wall that faced the entry door and a closed, dark panneled oak door was in the wall behind the counter. When you entered the office a buzzer sounded and Alma, immediately came out from the closed door behind the counter.

    She knew your name, greeted you with your name, asked how the family was, how you were, and told you to have a seat and the Doctor would see you when it was your turn.

    Alma was middle aged, matronly chubby, impecably dressed in a starched, never wrinkled, long sleeved, white uniform, a gold nurse pin on her breast, white hose with seams up the back, white oxfords that looked like they were new out of the box, and a friendly, smiling face with perfect makeup, under perfectly coiffed hair, and not a hair out of place under her snappy, white starched nurse's cap. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Immediately after she greeted you she went back inside the closed door. She would come out that door with a patient and go back in with another one, until it was your turn.

    The office was very quiet, there was no piped in music, people visited with each other in hushed voices, no one's babies screamed, children sat quietly by their parents until it was their turn to see the doctor.

    Your turn: Alma came out and said, Dr. Riech is ready for you now, Mary Lou, and you entered with her through the closed door. You were in the only exam room. It was spotless, furnished with a black upholstered bed / lounge chair kind of looking thing that was on a white porcelain pedestal that had all kinds of chrome plated gizmos on it that could be lifted from the sides, and the doctor pumped a lever on it's side with his foot to raise and lower the contraption. There were several, free standing, white enameled coated cabinets along the walls with glass windows in them like small white china cabinets, and there were all kinds of bottles jars, towels, bandages and amazing things in them. There was a skelleton in the corner of the room and a skull mounted on a stand on top of one of the cabinets. There was a white refrigerator where the doctor kept medicines and serums, etc. Alma helped you up on the table and put a glass thermometer in your mouth, took it out and told the doctor your temperature.

    Dr. Riech always had on a white lab coat, never a speck or wrinkle. He wore a head band thing around is forehead to the back of his head that had a round shiny silver reflector kind of thing with a light and a hole for his eye to look through, attached to it. He would make small talk with you, while asking your symptoms. He always looked in your ears with a pointy flash light thing, and would say humm, then he have you open you mouth, press your tongue down with a unwrapped clean depressor that he pulled from a jar full of depressors, (no gloves, but his hands always smelled like Lifebuoy Soap), and say, "Say ahh", you said,"Ahh", and he would stick the depressor in, look around, remove the depressor, and Alma would take it from him and throw it in a big white enameled waste can with a lid that she opened with her foot on a lever. Dr. Riche would then pull down the round shiny thing on his head and looked into your eyes.

    When I needed a shot, Alma prepared the injection and handed it to Dr. Riche. He gave the shot. I would cry, he would coddle, pamper, and tell you it was almost over while Alma held your arm still, and looked at you with an angelic-like expression of reassurance. When you looked at Alma, you just knew that everything was really just fine, and you knew that Dr. Riche really cared about you and would never let anything bad happen to you. When it was over, Dr. Riche gave you a new depressor to take home with you and a couple of brand new white bandaids to use on your dolls, and a cherry flavored lollypop on a kind of flexible string handle. He gave you and your Mom a hug and Alma took you to the closed door and let you out and brought the next patient in. If you remembered to, you paid Alma for the visit, if you forgot they never billed you, and never said a word to you about it. We always paid him. It was always about $5.00, maybe $7. or $10. if you got a shot, or one of those tiny, little white envelopes with medicine that he dispensed right from his office. I loved Dr. Riche, Alma, and going to the doctor. Everyone did.
    I really enjoyed your post, it was quite compelling. Have you ever considered writing? Your post could easily be expanded into a very interesting short story. You should give it some thought. There are a few "special interest" magazines you could submit to, nursing mags and maybe even the readers digest. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I thought it was great.