The end is near....

Finally, the end of this hellacious semester is in sight. I have to take my med/surg final on Monday and my last Pharmacolgy test. The med/surg test should be easy. Meg/surg is broken down into smaller classes (i.e. Circulatory, Nursing Process, Fluid and Electrolytes, and Perioperative). They are taking questions for the final straight from previous tests. I aced most of those tests, and the ones I didn't, we reviewed, so I know where I went wrong. Pharmacology on the other hand, is going to be a bitch. The test is on 5 chapters(which is actually one chapter less than the last test) and is based on Antihypertensives/Diuretics and the like. I always panic, but I'm sure I'll be fine. Literally almost everyone faile the Circ test Friday. I'm talking even people who studied for hours and days failed. Which leads me to my story....

Story #1

We took our last test for Circulatory on Friday. That went normally enough. You know, you take the test, then you go outside and panic with your classmates about what the right answers were. After the test, we went back in and had a test review. That also went fine until we got to one of the math questions. Mayhem ensues. First, she made it kind of a trick question(I won't even try to explain it, you'll just have to trust Cheese on this one), which everyone felt was pretty shady considering how hard the test was. Then, she keeps telling us the answer is 12 units, when it was actually 0.12 units. Now let me explain something. When you feel a test question is wrong or unfair, there is nothing wrong with you bringing this to the teacher's attention. What you do not do is grab torch and pitch fork and join a lynch mob. Bad idea, bad bad bad idea. Needless to say, the whole class basically attacked the teacher and royally pissed her off. The worst part is that this is one of those teachers who can get REALLY bitchy and vindictive. In other words, this was the wrong teacher to fuck with. This means that 1)She will not even consider throwing out the question or giving a point for it and 2)She will find any other was possible to punish us. Know what she did? After she had told us that we would get our test grades that day, she changed her mind and said we wouldn't get them until Monday afternoon at the earliest. See? Vindictive bitch. This now leads me to story 2...

Story #2

Our next class was Fluid and Electrolytes, and we were also supposed to take our last test in there. I HATE, hate hate hate, this teacher. I'll give you a little backstory on that. First off, this teacher is a bitch. Now, I can appreciate a bitch, BUT, this lady is an unneccesary bitch and there is nothing I hate more. You cannot ask a question without her treating you like you just asked if the fucking sky was blue. I despise that kind of attitude. I also do not trust her. She acts like you can come talk to her and tell her your darkest secrets, but she's completely two-faced.

(backstory)
Not too long ago, a girl reported some people for cheating. That should have been kept in the strictest confidence right? (And in our school, that could very well jeopardize her safety if they found out she told) So, she tells this teacher, thinking she could trust her. You can see it coming right? Yep, she then went and told those students who told on her. Luckily, there were no retaliations or anything, but it could've gone much differently.

The thing that gets me about the teacher, and the reason I loathe is much bigger. A friend of mine had her in clinicals in 1st level. This friend was in clinicals with one of the girls in our class that is known for being a liar, a bitch, a bully, and even has been known to brag about her glock(yeah, a gun). In class my friend managed to get on the bad side of this bully, so you imagine how scary it might feel to find that you are in clinicals with them. Not only in clinicals with her, but actually partnered up with her. Bad news, man. Apparently, after my friend would leave a patient's room, the bully would go behind her and take pictures with her phone(it's not clear to me whether or not she would mess with things and then take pictures, or was just taking pictures etc) and was even taking pictures of my friend while she was working. The bully would then go and show these pictures to the teacher, making up all kinds of nonsense about how she left dirty diapers everywhere, wasn't taking care of the patients, and so on and so on. That's bad enough, right? This is also a MAJOR MAJOR HIPAA violation. Well, the teacher then came to my friend to tell her what the bully had been doing. She then goes on to tell my friend that if she goes to administration or reports any of this, that she would be forced to report my friend for all the things the bully said she did and that she would probably fail clinicals. In essence, she basically threatened my friend and scared her from telling. You see, this teacher probably could have lost her job, especially for letting the bully keep doing what she was doing and never stepping in. So, you can see why I have zero respect for this lady and why I loathe her. I want nothing more than to be able to speak my mind to her, but if I have her in clinicals, and I cross her, she can easily fail me for whatever reason she wants. I'm biding my time until I graduate, then I'll tell that bitch exactly what I think of her.

Ok, so, back to Friday. After the mess with our Circ teacher, we were about to take our next test in F&E. The teacher comes in and spends 30 minutes bitching the class out. Remember what I said about threats? She even went so far as to tell the class that they shouldn't get on the bad side of the teachers because if we have them in clinicals, they can fail us for whatever they want. I'm serious, she told the whole class that. Maybe you don't find any of this crazy, but I find it insane. You can imagine how bad our nerves were trying to take that damn test. No one could concentrate.

After all that happened, by the end of the day I was over it and had moved on. That day I was supposed to take pictures with my friends(which never happened, BTW), so I wore a strapless dress. Because of the dress code, I wore a cardigan all day in class. No complaints. After school, we stayed after to get our grades(minus Circ because she's a vindictive asshole). It's 500 fucking degrees outside, so I took off my sweater thinking that it would be ok because school was over, right? WRONG, wrong wrong wrong wrong!!!!!! A teacher comes out of her office(and this teacher is yet another one of those teachers that is an unneccesary bitch AND completely racist)and fucking SCREAMS at me "DON'T WEAR THAT DRESS AGAIN, YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T WEAR ANYTHING WITH BARE SHOULDERS,END OF STORY, GOT IT?!!" I calmly tell her that I had a sweater. "I DON'T CARE, YOU'RE NOT WEARING IT, DO NOT WEAR THAT DRESS AGAIN!!" I am
still calm and tell her that I did in fact wear my sweater all day and only now took it off. "WELL YOU AREN'T WEARING IT NOW, DON'T WEAR THAT DRESS AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?" I chose this time to just walk away and ignore her. Fortunately the director of our department was not there that day. I am going to go to her and report this, but now I know that I can do it calmly. If she had been there that day, I probably would have been incoherent, I was so pissed. I don't care about the dress code. If I have to adhere to it on campus, whether it's after hours or not, fine. However, there was apsolutely no reason for her to reprimand me the way she did. She acted like she had to yell at me daily for coming to school dressed like a street walker. That, my dear, is not the case. I'm in a t-shirt and jeans 99.9% of the time. I'm just not going to allow her to talk to to me like that without any kind of provocation.

Thank fucking Bob it was Friday, or might've had to hurt someone. All I have to do is show up Monday for a couple of tests and I am done for 3 blissful weeks.

You get a fucking cookie or two if you actually made it this far.

Now that's disturbing.....

Ok, one thing and then I am going to bed.

I thought I would check my blog traffic before hitting the hay and I stumbled upon something interesting.

Someone found my blog by searching "Masturbating dans le bus". This is french for "masturbating in the bus". I don't even want to know why.

French people are weird.

You'll regret this in the morning

It's....oh....1:18 in the morning(I guess you could call that morning, I'll let you argue amongst yourselves about that one) and I sit here, awake. Not just awake, but blogging. I am supposed to wake up for school somewhere between 5:30-6am. I don't think it needs to be said that it will be a rough morning. I just laid in bed for a good 30-45 minutes and could not fall asleep. I think I got close a few times, but obviously not close enough. I see it has been almost ten days since my last confession, so I'm not doing too badly.

Let's see.....school. School is school. I have one week and one day left. You can't even really count the one day because I just have two tests to take, so it's not like I have to sit and learn anything. Not too shabby, eh? I've done well and should finish will mostly, if not all, A's. I'm thoroughly sick of school and the break will not be even close to long enough. Every day is like a Jerry Springer rerun. Everything but the "Jerry, Jerry!!" part, though I imagine that some are thinking that. I got all the pictures printed for school finally. I got tired of people asking. I got great feedback, except two things:

1. I received a few comments like "wow, you have a really nice camera". While this is true, I take that to mean that you are assuming that my "nice camera" was the reason that these pictures came out the way they did. I can assure you that, while my "nice camera" helped, it was not the sole reason the pictures came out nicely. I'm well aware they didn't mean it that way and that they weren't being malicious, but it is important to understand that without any understanding of photography, the camera is just an unsharpened pencil, a dry paintbrush. Do not misunderstand my words for arrogance, I know I'm new to this, but compared to my class, I may as well be a professional. In other words, the only thing they want to know is: "What button do I press to take the picture?" There is so much more to it than that.
2. I knew, from the day that I got conned into taking over the whole Historian position, that somehow, someone would bitch that there weren't enough pictures of them. I knew. As I said, everyone was pretty happy with the pictures, and I had started to get comfortable, thinking I had avoided pissing anyone off. Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. I finally hear it: "Why aren't there any pictures of me in here?" But wait, it gets better! Not only is someone complaining, but it's the person I loathe most in class! Now, first of all, there were a couple of pictures of her in there(2 if you want to get picky), BUT it was totally unintentional. I promise. I tried very very hard to get everyone I could in the pictures just so that I didn't have to hear any bitching about anyone being left out. The only ones I left out were the ones that were adamant about not having their picture taken. So I first kindly point out that she is in fact in a few pictures. She then takes it upon herself to point out that she isn't. I'm not about to argue about it, so I tell her that I took the pictures, I printed them, so I think that I know who is in the pictures. She didn't say anything else to me about it, but I'm positive she mouthed off about it later.

Later that day the same girl got into it with a teacher. I couldn't even tell you what it was about, but it never ceases to amaze me how little respect these students have for their teachers. It's really a damn shame. I will say that it is obvious that this teacher doesn't like her, but it doesn't make this girl any less disrespectful. She's an asshat, plain and simple. She doesn't raise her hand, talks far too much, and spends the entire test review begging for extra points. The annoying part about her begging is that she spends class time answering the questions as though she knows the material like the back of her hand. You would think that if you knew the material that well you would not need the extra points. AN-NOY-ING.

I also was involved in my first major internet smackdown/manhunt. I'll spare you all the details. If you really want to read it, you can check it out here . Now, I love some drama as much as the next person, but if you want to start shit, at least own up to it. That's what got me fired up over the whole thing, the hiding. Shady, that is. I think all we learned from that is that we're assholes and our whole birthboard thinks so apparently. Riiiiight. Nana nana boo boo. I am rubber, you are glue and so on.

Well, now that I've spent a sufficient amount of energy blogging instead of sleeping, I will go to bed and try again. Wish me luck, I'm supposed get my smart on, and that is hard to do when you're lacking sleep.

Where does the time go?

Wow, sorry it's been a while folks, Cheese has been busy! Let's see....I don't have anything extraordinary to report......



All I know is school. I cannot wait for this semester to be over. I am not a mean person by nature, and I really don't want anyone to fail, but I won't be sorry to say goodbye to some of the morons in my class. The shitty part? All the nice people/people I actually like are the ones that are having to drop. Oh, and you have to love that the cheaters are staying too. It makes me ill to think that there are people who worked their asses off and still didn't pass while there are people who skated by because they cheated. It's nauseating. Think about it. These are the dishonest fucks who could be taking care of your mother one day. They're not even worthy of wiping someone's ass. I can hardly stand it.

I have had an anxiety problem for as long as I can remember, but it has started to escalate. I had two anxiety attacks in one of my classes Friday. It was not cool. My heart was racing, my chest got tight, my hands were shaking, and I had this overwhelming sense of impending doom. It's a horrible feeling. The semester break cannot come quickly enough.

I can't believe how fast my baby is growing! 6 months already! I keep feeling like sometime next week I'll be sending him off to college. It breaks my heart and makes me not want to have any more babies. I don't know if I can handle the sadness of seeing them grow up like this.

2 weeks and 1 day before I get a break from this hell. I can't wait to see who will be in 3rd level with us. Maybe it won't be so bad if we lose some of these asshats.