Since i wasn't a good student, i always had a hard time memorizing terms, following simple instructions, and answering analytical questions. Hohoho stupid here~ I remember on the second day of Biology class we were given an exam about fundamentals. OK i died. That was alien. Sure enough i failed. Basically i was dumb and i didn't like Nursing! hehehe. If i were to write everything hard about my student life, well i just can't. Too many to mention.~
But that was life, that was not a rehearsal so i couldn't practice everything into perfection.
So yeah I want to be a student again. And i promise myself i'll be good this time. Echos lang!. I was empty-headed. I wasn't confident. I wasn't smart. Just so-so! So if given a chance, I wish to go to school again so i could showcase the better Rish. I'm older now, i guess this time around I could handle things better, and be a better student too.
In the midst of this daydream, however, there are flashes of nightmares.
I still get goosebumps whenever i remember those times in our classroom, when all the students were anxiously waiting for the infamous terror instructor, and when she entered the room there was a deafening silence. Her aura was ***something i couldn't explain...i felt like i was running out of oxygen. I felt the hairs on my face sprang up. She introduced herself. We introduced ourselves too. Then we were dismissed. We survived. But everyday was like survival day in her class.
At the end of every semester we also had deliberation of students. That means whoever did well and did poorly were sorted out, and those who had almost failing grades and poor performance had to consider taking up another major that might suit him or her. In other words, just quit Nursing, it's not for you. Every deliberation day was a matter of life and death for us.
Many other things made us constantly worried. The exam days, hospital duties, class presentations, post-lecture quizzes (which i really hated), reshuffling of students, projects, homeworks, community immersion, and so on...
Among the unforgettable and literally horrifying experiences i had were when i first assisted a delivery, operation, circumcision, corpse care, and so much more~
Once we were assigned in the delivery room area for the first time. It was past midnight and we're fully awake waiting for mothers in labor. Suddenly we heard an ambulance. It was a direct delivery. So we're fussing about who's gonna enter the DR when my instructor deliberately picked me and 2 other group mates to handle the case. We're so nervous. It's our first time and we didn't know what to do! The mother was placed on the table and we put on our gowns and gloves. The doctor entered and was mumbling something. I couldn't understand anything she's saying because my heart was pounding very fast and loud. Our instructor pushed us closer to the table. My eyes were fixed to the gushing blood. Seconds later the baby's head became visible. The doctor asked for the 'bandage scissor'.
'Wait. Bandage scissor? Which one is it? Why do all the instruments look the same? Is it this one? This one? That one? Wait. Teacher, where are you? My gosh. My gosh.'
Teacher pointed to it and i handed it to the doctor. Okay. Saved by the bell. That was close to death.
Delivery was over. The next thing i knew was...teacher hit my hand with the hard metal. Ouch! That was painful huh. I just ignored it but was lil hurt (emotionally) because i believe she didn't have the right to do that ehehehe. But it's okay, i had forgiven her.
Mistakes were inevitable. There was a time I was scolded by another instructor. I was a junior student at that time and we were assigned at a private hospital for our related learning experience duty. So our task was to do what a real nurse does in the real setting: vital signs, medication, nurses notes, bed care, etc. We're in a hurry because the next shift was coming. After getting my patient's intake and output record, I just wrote it in his Chart right away, without asking my instructor first (which we were supposed to do all the time). That was my first mistake. And then, instead of writing down only the amount of fluids he took orally, i included the intravenous fluid. So it looked like he drank 1720 ml of water instead of just 540 ml. Second mistake. Doesn't sound serious?
It's a very serious matter in the clinical field. All documents are legal. That's where doctors rely their order. One mistake can lead to a lot of trouble and put the patient's life at risk.
My instructor called my attention. I knew right away something was wrong.
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah ......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Everybody witnessed that...my group-mates, that staff nurses, MYSELF. I died. Hahaha!!!!!
'What have i done? Why did i do that? What should i say? What should i do? What's gonna happen to me now? What about my grades? Will i be able to graduate? What will my parents say? What what what?' Paranoid eh?
Embarrassed. Speechless.................................................................................................................
Thinking about those things, my experiences, my life...i shiver...i feel creepy?...yeah something like that.
Why can't students just go to school and live an easy student life? Why is Nursing and 'the rest' so difficult to learn? Why do teachers have to be strict? Why are books so thick and expensive? Why do students have to wear those awkward uniforms?
I don't know why...but those were the things i greatly miss. I wish to be a student again. Just a wish.
throwback muna! ^ ^
meet Ryan, Me, Mary Cris, Freslyn, and Felinor~
not tired, not sleepy, totally fine~ hawhaw!
when the cat is away, the mice will play! ~_~
P.S. If i could be a student again, i wish to study culinary or criminology.
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