of grades and nursing

so how am i supposed to explain this phenomenon that seems to drag on and on and on?

regulate the drops; monitor the blood pressure; count the pulse and breaths per minute; measure the temperature; document your interventions; research with the team and dicuss this topic to me thoroughly; write down your objectives and evaluate; read, summarize and react on a journal; do a drug study; and of course, for the main dish of the night, make up the patient’s care plan, and not just a care plan, something that actually works at that!

then submit these tomorrow before noon and don’t forget to review your notes because we’re going to have a quiz before we start the lecture. have a good night’s rest.

what else can i do for myself to cope for the bone cracking demands, sky shooting standards plus authoritative teachers,(who are as varied as the colors of the rainbow) aside from breaking off from family life, social interaction and personal solitude?

time management, they all say. more like elimination if you ask me. it’s either we die inside, wait it out for four years(or more) or we give mercy and love ourselves first and just shift to another college. that’s it.

what triggered this rant is the thought of how frustrating everything is at the end of the day. we spend time, energy, sweat, saliva and materials, and yet we get almost nothing in exchange. why the hell would i still stay here and why won’t any of us just get off the bandwagon? aren’t we really just working for nothing but letters and numerical figures by the end of each semester? and when i think about it, grades aren’t even real! hell, they’re not even tangible. but we go through oceans and move beyond continents just for a measly letter off the alphabet that supposedly summarizes our performance! ha! one letter to cover the entire scope of my skills and the things that i learned?

and from that grade, from that single character written down in ink, lays our future. that letter can either make or break our sanity, can either be the drug to trigger our highs or the alcohol to pull us down the drain. that small figure stands as the main chairman between father and son, daughter and mother, aunts and neices/nephews on whether they’d share an open thrapeutic relationship or not.

and from there, comes the need to fulfill expectations and the illusion that we have to redeem ourselves for the sake of our parents and our ever supportive families.

when you think about it, it’s the angst ridden teenagers like me who would still suffer in the end. and they call it a fair system. pfft.

not: i know this is actually useless because people would still associate value with the letter grades no matter how many pages of endless complaints i would fill up. still, it’s good to express one’s feelings once in a while. C:

and you think it was going to be a challenge huh?
welcome to nursing, laine.

well, at least i got a C in pharma.

yep, and you also fell short of your goal of gaining a B for your majors, now didn’t you?

…shadup.

moving on.

on the notion: let it be resolved that we abolish leaders in RLE groups, i move to support it.

you think it’s easy to do everything in our power for the good of the group while the other members are passive spectators? you think it’s okay to do nothing because the leader’s supposed to be the one to do everything??

newsflash. we’re human too. and i’m not as good as i seem to be. *evil laugh*

and might i remind youu, I’m not the leader here.