I thought it was dangerous NOT to bring a notebook and pen to class when I went to PrivateU. Most of the time we got handouts of every professor's PowerPoint presentation.
One day, the copier broke. You'd have thought the world ended with some of the kids (yes, because they were much younger than me) went into hysterics."Go to the computer room and ask them if you can borrow some paper." I said. (I had my own and a laptop to take notes.)
After several students were peeled off the lecture hall ceiling, they got their wits and got the paper.
So tonight as I'm going through my homework for the latest class, I realize that I bought two e-books this semester because I waited too long to order the real ones.
Well, how on earth do you reference your citations in perfect APA format if you don't have page numbers? Thanks to my dear Google (aka the lifesaver) I found the answer. Yes, people, the APA folks have known about this for years already.
Welcome to the 21st century, RehabRN. I like my e-books. They are a lot lighter than the real ones!
That is all...back to homework. Enjoy your weekend no matter where you are.
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Saturday, August 24, 2013
Monday, July 26, 2010
Full moon Monday
And to think, I'm not at the Hotel! Darn!
Ah, but it was crazy enough here. Bubba did not want to spend the day with momma and daddy and go to the Kidsmuseum with all the climbing stuff, dinosaurs, animatronics, etc., you can think of, so off he trotted to day camp, where he cried a river before Dahey dropped him off. Not just bawling, but the whole throw yourself on the floor drama queen spectacle. Glad I missed that one. He was still crabby by the time I picked him up this afternoon. Now he's sulking with a root beer float and watching the Yankees play whoever. My child a Yankees fan...eek! That's not kosher in this part of the country, son, but at least he's not asked for an A-rod jersey or a cap yet.
I vegetated and then Dahey and I went to lunch. Didn't end up where we should have, but got lunch nevertheless. Fancy schmancy ethnic was closed, as it is on Mondays, so we went to another nearby eatery owned by Mom and known citywide for her sandwiches. The smell of the marinara drew me to the meatballs...yum!
Dahey went to transact some business. He's an inveterate shopper--goes to auctions, trolls Craigslist, you name it. He drove far away looking for the ever elusive antiques. No dice. Nice man on craigslist who said, sure go to lunch with your wife got a better offer minutes before Dahey arrived and sold the stuff as he was driving up. Pissed off husband ensued.
Nevertheless, I had a lovely day. My partner and I worked on our group paper and got most of it done. At least we have time to give it a thorough look over for all those APA pitfalls.
A little more bliss, maybe some rain, and hopefully, an interesting lunch or two. Stay tuned....
Ah, but it was crazy enough here. Bubba did not want to spend the day with momma and daddy and go to the Kidsmuseum with all the climbing stuff, dinosaurs, animatronics, etc., you can think of, so off he trotted to day camp, where he cried a river before Dahey dropped him off. Not just bawling, but the whole throw yourself on the floor drama queen spectacle. Glad I missed that one. He was still crabby by the time I picked him up this afternoon. Now he's sulking with a root beer float and watching the Yankees play whoever. My child a Yankees fan...eek! That's not kosher in this part of the country, son, but at least he's not asked for an A-rod jersey or a cap yet.
I vegetated and then Dahey and I went to lunch. Didn't end up where we should have, but got lunch nevertheless. Fancy schmancy ethnic was closed, as it is on Mondays, so we went to another nearby eatery owned by Mom and known citywide for her sandwiches. The smell of the marinara drew me to the meatballs...yum!
Dahey went to transact some business. He's an inveterate shopper--goes to auctions, trolls Craigslist, you name it. He drove far away looking for the ever elusive antiques. No dice. Nice man on craigslist who said, sure go to lunch with your wife got a better offer minutes before Dahey arrived and sold the stuff as he was driving up. Pissed off husband ensued.
Nevertheless, I had a lovely day. My partner and I worked on our group paper and got most of it done. At least we have time to give it a thorough look over for all those APA pitfalls.
A little more bliss, maybe some rain, and hopefully, an interesting lunch or two. Stay tuned....
Monday, October 6, 2008
Why nursing school is a lot like hazing
Yes, I've been thinking about the halycion days of nursing school for me and only one word fits: hazing.
Here's the top 10 reasons why nursing school is a lot of hazing.
10. Everyone gets herded into a big room and then you have to stand in line and get your mug shot taken. This is so all the humiliators, I mean, instructors, know you and you can't hide behind anonymity. Everyone is anxious--what is a care plan, what is a clinical, where do I get comfortable white shoes, anyone got cheap books?
9. You have to learn to wash your hands...again. (Yes, this was one of the first "labs" I participated in during nursing school...no joke!)
8. You have to wear a uniform that rarely looks good on anyone, with or without accessories.
7. You have to sit in large lecture halls for weeks on end with people who are sick and too worried about flunking to stay home. This means any and all germs circulate around the HVAC system, so eventually, everyone gets sick.
6. Instructors wear you down at every turn. You are very, very tired. They make you read hundreds of pages a night for one exam a week. They want you to answer questions in class so they can make you look stupid, even if you have the right answer.
5. Care plans. Enough said. Thank goodness some places have easy to use automated ones!
4. APA paper format. I came from a business background and have long used MLA and Chicago style. APA still sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it.
3. You don't get the true stats on how many nurses survive one year out post school until you're in your last semester. That was when they sprung it on my class in nursing management. (If they told you that in advance, you wouldn't give them the money for nursing school, now would you?)
2. You develop bowel and bladder problems from your clinicals. "This is just like floor nursing," your assigned nurse says. "No one goes to the bathroom on our shift."
and finally...you realize nursing school is like hazing because....
1. You survived nursing school with just a few scars (or sprained ankles, like me, because you tripped in the hall or on the steps) only to get to be the newbie again when you orient to your new job...and surprise! The hazing starts all over again.
Here's the top 10 reasons why nursing school is a lot of hazing.
10. Everyone gets herded into a big room and then you have to stand in line and get your mug shot taken. This is so all the humiliators, I mean, instructors, know you and you can't hide behind anonymity. Everyone is anxious--what is a care plan, what is a clinical, where do I get comfortable white shoes, anyone got cheap books?
9. You have to learn to wash your hands...again. (Yes, this was one of the first "labs" I participated in during nursing school...no joke!)
8. You have to wear a uniform that rarely looks good on anyone, with or without accessories.
7. You have to sit in large lecture halls for weeks on end with people who are sick and too worried about flunking to stay home. This means any and all germs circulate around the HVAC system, so eventually, everyone gets sick.
6. Instructors wear you down at every turn. You are very, very tired. They make you read hundreds of pages a night for one exam a week. They want you to answer questions in class so they can make you look stupid, even if you have the right answer.
5. Care plans. Enough said. Thank goodness some places have easy to use automated ones!
4. APA paper format. I came from a business background and have long used MLA and Chicago style. APA still sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it.
3. You don't get the true stats on how many nurses survive one year out post school until you're in your last semester. That was when they sprung it on my class in nursing management. (If they told you that in advance, you wouldn't give them the money for nursing school, now would you?)
2. You develop bowel and bladder problems from your clinicals. "This is just like floor nursing," your assigned nurse says. "No one goes to the bathroom on our shift."
and finally...you realize nursing school is like hazing because....
1. You survived nursing school with just a few scars (or sprained ankles, like me, because you tripped in the hall or on the steps) only to get to be the newbie again when you orient to your new job...and surprise! The hazing starts all over again.
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