I start MUSC on Monday... ahhhhh! This week I've been trying to master dosage calculations (anybody ever even HEARD of dimensional anaylysis mathematics? Me either). Apparently MUSC cannot be bothered to teach it to us, so they said to know it before we start and we'll have a test on it in Week 3, which if we don't pass we can't continue the program. No pressure or anything. I'm pretty good at math, but this stuff is... greek. I've been alternately frustrated and panicked for going on 8 days now. But after parking my behind in Barnes & Noble for 5 hours while Ayden was in school yesterday and reading their dosage books cover to cover, I'm beginning to get a handle on it. I honestly almost wept with joy when I took a practice test online today and found myself getting about 80% of them right. And all I can think is, if this stuff is too easy for them to teach us, WHAT AM I GETTING MYSELF INTO? Then I get an email from MUSC today saying they are holding a lottery for the coveted study spots at the library, but you have to commit to use it 20+ hours/week, with at least 2 hours between 8pm-midnight four days a week. Who are these people??? Robots?
I've discovered a new passion: buying oober decadent school supplies with other people's money (birthday money is awesome). I never knew the joy of buying a ridiculously overpriced $12 leather bound notebook with pretty pink flower watermarks on every page... or the seriously sweet $10 dragon embroidered pencil pouch... or a $15 box of that best pens known to mankind that I keep sneaking into work with me just for the joy of writing with them. I'm thinking that these little creature comforts might help to make up for the fact that I will be forced to be one of the tattoo-less, jewelry-less un-special nursing student sheep for the next 16 months.
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