Go ahead and tell on me punk!

I seriously am not sure how much more of this particular student I can take.

For those who do not know, I teach now. I teach at a technical college, teaching a pharmacy technician program. I absolutely love doing it. It's so nice to teach people something that I have been doing for a long time. Never did I think I would actually end up teaching anyone, let alone college students.

It's been fun and challenging, but a good challenging. Good until I have to deal with this one particular student.

We will call him Howard.

Howard is intelligent, he does work hard, I give him that much credit. But he is a pain in the ass.

Everything is a fight with him. I don't give him what is going to be on the test, so he fails. I set him up to fail. I must be out to get him. I give him books with the print so small he can't see them. I give him tests that are hard. I do this, I do that.

First of all I do not write the tests. They are written by the program manager. She writes the curriculum and also any tests or practicals. I just administer the tests she writes. I teach the curriculum and add in my own takes on things.

Last night this Howard person complains that I didn't give him a book during computer class. I stood up at the front of the class and said if anyone needed a book to let me know, I had a couple. Also to raise their hands to let me know when they finished a lesson. Not once did this student raise his hand to ask me for a book or to state he finished the lesson.

But somehow he says that I refused to help him or to "teach" him. So he runs off to tell my boss, the director, on me. Then he sits there for the remainder of class with a smug look on his face and looks down his nose at me.

I really could just smack the crap out of him.

What's absolutely hilarious is that his "girlfriend" sits next to him in class. While he was telling on me, she came up to me to tell me that he was telling on me and that she thought it was ridiculous that he was.

So I say go ahead and tell on me punk. Remember I am the teacher, I could make your life a living hell if I wanted to.....

The joys of being a student?

As I sat in the lab portion of my Anatomy class I pondered why I was really there. I even jotted down in my notes, "what the hell have I gotten myself into?"

First of all, I anticipated being in a class full of students fresh out of high school. That was false. From what I can tell just one girl is fresh out of high school, and she is not at all one of those students. You know what I mean. From everything I can tell she actually wants to be there to learn.

Also I anticipated some diversity. False again. The class is all women. Yep all women. Poor poor instructor is male. He is out numbered. I suspect we all will pass the class. He he

Besides those two obervations I have nothing else to add about the class. It's still too soon to figure it out.

I am however in piles of things to do for the class. Alot of memorization and refreshing my mind. I am still amazed that I was able to teach my lab partners the different bones. I thought for certain I had forgot.

2 days...What the hell am I thinking?

2 lucky and glorious days left until I am blessed enough to be sitting in a room with 50 other people pondering why in the hell I decided to take Human Anatomy & Physiology. Now you know they are asking themselves the same damn question.

The look of desperation and anxiety is clearly written on their faces. Just take a good look at them. They are the ones that turn around, look at everyone before class begins, hoping they see someone they know. But you never find someone you know. Because in reality your the moron of your group who decided that taking this upper level course would be fun. Pfft. Like I said, moron.

But have no fears. I am sitting in that same class as you. I look around too, scoping out the place, wondering who I can hit up to be a lab partner or study buddy. More often than not I never find a soul. Usually the class is filled with some kids fresh out of high school who only got into this class on a technicality because they "took" some other class in high school. And always they are the ones that drop like flies because who really cares if you pass or fail when Daddy is paying for your class. Bitter? Who me? Never.

So here I will be the oldie out of the class. The one who really really needs to pass the class and can not be bothered with "kids" goofing around in lab or lecture. My nose in a book is what I will be. I will have to hit up my friends, who thought their Anatomy lingo was long gone after they graduated, to quiz me and run thru my note cards with me. *snicker* But nope, they will be roped into helping me.

Until then I must sleep. Must sleep and get whatever sleep I can get, because hell or high water I am going to show all those "kids" that an oldie can get an A!

In 9 days

In 9 days I will be returning back to the grind. Back to the grind of studying, worrying about grades, tests and all that other nonsense. I am returning back to school.

I decided a couple of months ago that I needed to further my schooling in order to get a better job. Better in the sense of monetary wise. Better as a whole? Maybe, but I have yet to find that out.

I am scared of making a transition, I don't transition or accept change all that well. I like the comfort and sanctity of a normal life. I can't remember half the time what I need to do, why screw with what my body does on autopilot?

I am sure that the blogs will slow down a bit, maybe even halt for awhile...but then again I could surprise the hell out of the two of us (I say two of us, because I think only one other person reads this...if not, get your sorry ass to the comment portion of this and let me know you read it!) and start blogging about random school things and the weird people that accompany me to a Friday night/Saturday morning Anatomy and Physiology class.

I may shock the hell out of us.

The Seminar-

The seminar went well. It was supposed to only last a hour, but it lasted two. All because some lady thought that this was her personal seminar and asked a shit load of questions that really didn't matter. But anyways...

I found out the program is what I am looking for. There is a wait tho. A long wait considering the program that I want to get into specifically is part time on Friday and Saturdays. Long days, but I would only go to school and clinicals those days and would be able to work full time, thankfully.

I learned a bit more about the fellowship I will apply for. I want it badly. VERY BADLY! Its a fellowship with a hospital I really like and would really want to work for. Basically I give them 3 years of employment and they pay for my nursing school and then I do my clinicals with them. Its beyond exciting and exactly what I want. Hopefully I will get it.

Thats it in a nutshell....

Im tackeling my desk right now...trying to get it organized. oiy!