Friday, February 27, 2009

To arr is pirate

I think I am starting to get acquainted with nursing school right after the Health Fair experience. My procrastination has lessened and I am proud to say that I'm nearly done with the first page of my 3-page study guide. Of course, I would stay awake until I can to finish all three just so I can move on to the next subject tomorrow (or later, considering it's already 12:21am). So far, I have learned that pulling is easier than pushing, and that catheters are very helpful, but are very painful to look at. I was studying perineal care a while ago, and the sight of the urinary catheter in Sim Man's penis popped into my mind and gave me the creeps.

I will be taking the CAAP (Collegiate Assessment of Academic Proficiency) on the 20th of March, which also coincides with our 2nd clinical, where we have to go to a day care and do a Denver II test on the children. I'm a little anxious about that exam, because it will test what I have learned in college so far. While my grades are acceptable, I don't think I remember much of what I have truly learned. I'm particularly nervous about the math and science reasoning parts. I have only seen math in my algebra and chemistry classes, that a simple question about the area of a trapezoid would easily put me off-guard. I just hope CAAP would be just like the COMPASS placement exam, or the TOEFL, but since this is a college-level exam, I expect that this would be a lot harder.

I STILL have no topic on the IPR for our Professional Communication class. Some of my classmates have told us that some of the higher-level students just went on and wrote stuff without doing an actual interview. That would be easier, of course, but that would be cheating, and I can NEVER cheat again. Besides, with college, cheating will not get me anywhere, especially in this field.

I feel a lot better when I achieve something because of my own efforts. In my younger years, I cheated in quizzes and even had the guts to cheat on one of my exams. SHAME ON ME. I got Cs on those subjects, and I think I could have done better than that--WITHOUT CHEATING. I have trashed my concerns about academics the moment I got into high school because most of my classmates graduated with honors and I have convinced myself that I can never measure up to them. If in elementary, the thought of not being included in the top 10 scared the living shenaniganz out of me, in high school, not even the sight of a 75 in a report card startled me. The same thing happened in my first year at SLU. The prospect of independence diverted my attention from the more important stuff, and I spent a whole year in there without learning anything (in academics, I mean.. I learned a lot about socializing, I suppose) and not caring that I haven't been learning. Being included in the "best" block there is in the college did not exactly help me (no offense guys, you are still the best blockmates I've had) because being with the brightest students is high school all over again. Having consistently low grades paired with zero motivation from most of our instructors convinced me that that's all I can ever be--a mediocre.

Now, I am struggling to prove this wrong.

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I felt so sad when I learned that Jean Webster, the author of Daddy-Long-Legs, died after she gave birth to her daughter--only a year after she got married.

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I'm still perturbed about the incident of the forgotten nametag during the Health Fair.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Usapang Poopie

Prof. Delzer gave these words as part of the handouts for our lesson about elimination. Laughtrip to the max! XD

GHOST POOPIE: The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.

CLEAN POOPIE: The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.

WET POOPIE: The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you won't ruin them with stains.

SECOND WAVE POOPIE: This happens when you're done poopie-ing and you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize that you have to poopie some more.

POP-A VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEAD POOPIE: The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.

LINCOLN LOG POOPIE: The kind of poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.

GASSY POOPIE: It's so noisy, that everyone within earshot is giggling.

DRINKER'S POOPIE: The kind of poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It's most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.

CORN POOPIE: Self explanatory.

GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-POOPIE POOPIE: The kind where you want to poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.

SPINAL TAP POOPIE: That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you'd swear it was leaving you sideways.

WET CHEEKS POOPIE (The Power Dump): The kind that comes out so fast, your butt cheeks get splashed with water.

LIQUID POOPIE: THe kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt and splashes all over the toilet bowl.

MEXICAN POOPIE: It smells so bad your nose burns.

UPPER-CLASS POOPIE: The kind of poopie that doesn't smell.

THE SURPRISE POOPIE: You're not even at the toilet because you are sure you are about to fart, but *oops* --- a poopie!

THE DANCING POOPIE: This poopie refuses to drop into the toilet even when you know you are done poopie-ing it. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Looking back

Wey unearthed this from our Yahoo! Group account. It was a message I posted way back in 2006, when I was still in the Philippines, probably contemplating on my possible departure.

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(post was edited for grammatical errors)

SENT LAST: August 25, 2006, Friday, 3:36 PM

"while i was watching high school musical, i remembered my life long
dream of singing,, yah,, don't worry, di ko na ipupursue yun dahil
ayaw ko pang magiba yung mundo..

anyway, i was looking at the ceiling of my dark room the other night..

thoughts flew(?) into my mind..

lost thoughts of high school..

that was around 10pm..

i thought:

"ganitong oras nung high school pa ako, busy ako sa kakaplantsa ng
uniform habang nakikinig sa MOR, ang favorite kong radio station..
i'll be looking forward to another day with my buds (and MOST
UNFORTUNATELY, my pesky teachers.. special mention si BEBS)..hay
naku, siguradong tawanan ever na naman nyan..

so ayun.. gigising ako nga 5:30 at magaalmusal. then my usual
routine na..

6:45 am, nasa terminal na ako..maaga akong sasakay ng bus (kasi
maagang pumapasok sa school si bote..baka makatabi ko ULIT)

pagdating ko sa labskul, ayan, nakakalat na ang mga nangongopya ng
assignments. . hehee,,buti nagawa ko na yung akin.. hehe ulit

diretso na kami nila wey, ben at jaffy sa tindahan para bumili ng
kendi.. ang ever favorite naming MENTOS.

ayan.. nagsisimula na ang klase.. di ko na memorize ang sched natin
kaya diretso na ng lunch.

kumaripas na ng takbo ang ms4 sa takot na baka utusan ng mga
teachers na mga pilay yata at hindi makayang bumili ng sarili nilang
lunch.. napupuno na ng 14s ang driveway dahil nakahilera sila ng 1
linya habang binibiro na naman si lola june o kaya may naimbento na
namang bagong korni na joke..

nakarating na kami sa tindahan at nagtatanggalan na ng takip ng mga
ulam, yung iba naman, dumiretso na sa likod para magsave ng upuan.
after magtawanan sa tindahan habang kumakain (sikat na naman ang
snoopy lunchbox ni wey), punta na nian kami sa CR para mag-TORBASH. .
at laging naghihingian ng TORPASTE..pati na polbo, at laging hindi
pantay ang polbo ko..

walang research siguro nun, or may event sa skul tulad ng quiz bee
na sinalihan namin.. nagkandaloko- loko na naman ang mga recycled
piano projects na ginamit ang likod as TAGBOARDS.. lsians talaga,
mahal ang kalikasan kaya nagrerecycle. .habang nagcocontest eh, sabay
hanap ng tissue bago yun ay makikipag agawan pa sa chalk
na ipinamimigay. .

again, di ko na naman kabisado ang sched natin sa hapon kaya diretso
uwian na..

takbuhan na nian sa bus habang nagdedecide ang mga tao kung anong
kakainin sa mcdo.. mcdo day kasi nun..tapos monthsary pa ng
forteens.. siyempre, di rin mawawala ang palitan ng sulat..

tapos, uwi na kami nila jaffy at naths--after ng mahigit 2 hours na
tawanan na naman sa mcdo 1 (na kakarenovate lang).."

napangiti na lang ako habang iniisip yun..

mahirap isipin..

tapos na pala yun.

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I miss high school so much.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

If I were a cat...

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Albert Einstein: The Younger Years

Shia Labeouf, is that you? XD