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Just a bit ago the top three threads involved:
1.I have a DWI. Can I be a nurse?
2.I am stupid. Can I be a nurse?
3.If it takes me five times to pass NCLEX, Can I be nurse.
Not much left to add. Says it all.
Not that I recall specifically, no. I do believe I bought the 45 of Lady Madonna to give my record store purchase the thin veneer of cool in case I ran into anyone on the walk home. Nyeh. h-a-t-e-d it...At that age I was still crazy over Norwegian Wood, Michelle,(all the dreamy ballads) and the music from Yellow Submarine. I still love that one.♫♪ ﻬ"We all live in a yellow submarine .♫♪ ﻬjust has that perfect blend of the fun and the absurd. Sort of like allnurses at times. Maybe allnurses is the yellow submarine. Do you remember the Archies??? "Sugar, sugar" was soooo awesome.![]()
I grew out of all that by the next year, though. In my 6th grade pic I have bangs and was wearing a pink and whitel checked culotte set. My pre-cool friend had the same outfit in blue. In my 7th grade pic I had straightened what little wave I had in my hair, grown out the bangs and a had a dead-serious expression. I remember thinking there was something really counterculture about doing that but it escapes me now. Something to do with Joni Mitchell maybe? Pretty dramatic change though.
I burned my hair trying to iron it. What's funny is, I had stick-straight hair that had not one bit of curl. I remember thinking, "What is that smell?," followed by hearing a funny crackling sound (that was my hair burning).
I burned my hair trying to iron it. What's funny is, I had stick-straight hair that had not one bit of curl. I remember thinking, "What is that smell?," followed by hearing a funny crackling sound (that was my hair burning).
That smell is the worst -- I never actually ironed mine, but a girl in my 9th gr Clothing (sewing) II class did. Right there in front of dear Mrs Dahl. She wa so close to retirement and so in a '40s mindset-- we made her life a living hell. I still feel bad about that sometimes. The Home Ec teachers as we knew them are gone now.
That smell is the worst -- I never actually ironed mine, but a girl in my 9th gr Clothing (sewing) II class did. Right there in front of dear Mrs Dahl. She wa so close to retirement and so in a '40s mindset-- we made her life a living hell. I still feel bad about that sometimes. The Home Ec teachers as we knew them are gone now.
They are us. We have become they.
That smell is the worst -- I never actually ironed mine, but a girl in my 9th gr Clothing (sewing) II class did. Right there in front of dear Mrs Dahl. She wa so close to retirement and so in a '40s mindset-- we made her life a living hell. I still feel bad about that sometimes. The Home Ec teachers as we knew them are gone now.
I can go you one better. When I was in 7th grade, we had a social studies teacher who had lived in Europe during WWII. He was traumatized by what he went through, and it was well-known among the kids. Some of the boys used to drop their books so they would make a loud BANG! and yell "Air raid!" just to see this guy duck under his desk in fear.
ETA: I really hate auto-correct. You wind up getting bizarre words in your sentences. They don't get flagged as typos because they're actually words, but they have no place in what you wrote.
This thread cannot die now! Not after I've spent the better part of three evenings reading all *66* pages!
Okay, so I have this silly idea that people should do their jobs, do them well, ask questions when they don't know what the hades they're doing, and expect this weird thing called "personal responsibility." Plus, I can spell and punctuate apropriately. I'm over 40 and been in nursing my entire adult life. I've been known to make a snarky comment or two. Am I a crusty old bat?
Oh no. :/ Too bad he didn't have Sister Collette there to help. I once saw her literally pick up a big obnoxious oaf of a kid who outweighed her by a factor of 3 and firmly place him against a fence for a little chat about his behavior. It was like she levitated him by his earobe or something. Realy spooky.I can go you one better. When I was in 7th grade, we had a social studies teacher who had lived in Europe during WWII. He was traumatized by what he went through, and it was well-known among the kids. Some of the boys used to drop their books so they would make a loud BANG! and yell "Air raid!" just to see this guy duck under his desk in fear.
I still feel 25yrs old on the inside, too. It's just bizarre. I can honestly say that I've never noticed anything in any of your posts that was amiss.
Actually, my middle-schoolers have to take home ec (called FACS for family and consumer science) where they had to learn how to cook a few simple things, do laundry, balance a check book, and sew (both by hand and with a machine). Since it's required, there's no genderism involved...when I took home ec as an elective, it was 99% girls and any guys who were in there were presumed to be interested in an alternate lifestyle. My boys actually thought it was cool to learn how to sew their own simple book bags. The teacher is apparently pretty cool; she had a wide selection of boy-themed fabric for them to choose from and manaes to tolerate the horrors of dealing with kitchen appliances and thirty 13 year olds with no issues. It got both of the older boys interested in learning how to help me out in the kitchen as well.
Personally, being the teacher in that situation would land me in a psych ward within a month.
A month? You're a better person than I am! I don't think I'd last a week. They cancelled the home ec-type classes at my daughter's school due to budgetary concerns--the same year that the football team got new uniforms. Harrumpf.
I started a deal with my daughter when she was a sophmore in high school. She had to make dinner one night a week with a budget of $20 for a family of four. It had to be a complete balanced meal with all food groups represented and be edible. Our side of the bargain was that we would eat whatever was presented to us and if she came in under budget, she could keep the change. It's worked so well that now she makes dinner most nights of the week, is an awesome cook, and knows where to find the best food bargains. I'm a bit proud of the young lady. :)
A month? You're a better person than I am! I don't think I'd last a week. They cancelled the home ec-type classes at my daughter's school due to budgetary concerns--the same year that the football team got new uniforms. Harrumpf.I started a deal with my daughter when she was a sophmore in high school. She had to make dinner one night a week with a budget of $20 for a family of four. It had to be a complete balanced meal with all food groups represented and be edible. Our side of the bargain was that we would eat whatever was presented to us and if she came in under budget, she could keep the change. It's worked so well that now she makes dinner most nights of the week, is an awesome cook, and knows where to find the best food bargains. I'm a bit proud of the young lady. :)
My kids are in their twenties now but I so wish I'd have read that when they were teenagers. What a fantastic idea!!
FlyingScot, RN
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Okay everyone. I'm gonna try to fly tomorrow. I've tried a bunch of times before but always fall flat on my face. I don't have wings or anything but this time I've decided to go big. I'm gonna jump off the Empire State building. Any words of encouragement? This is my dream so no h8ters need to reply. BTW, I'm very pretty and popular so I think that should be enough.