No, really - what is your EMERGENCY?

This used to be the journal of a nursing student at a prestigious 4 year university that will still remain unnamed. This is now the journal of a Registered Nurse working in an Emergency Department in a major US city. All names have been changed to protect the stupid and the mean. There is no educational value in this journal, sometimes it will be downright mean and catty - this is where I come to vent!

Friday, September 15, 2006

First exam of the semester - DONE!

Ok, I'm feeling a little bit back into the swing of things now. We had our first exam in Pediatrics and even though I procrastinated the studying until the day before, I still managed to get an A. An A on my school's grading scale is 96-100%. Anyway, I'm pretty happy with that and will be very happy if I can keep it up. Like many of my fellow students, I'm a bit grade obsessed. I think it is because I was not for my first degree and that kind of bit me in the butt later on.

I'm getting very tired of our instructors telling us that grades aren't important, learning the information is. Well, if that were really true then 1. why do we have grades in the first place, and 2. why do we get nasty-grams when our grades fall below 80% or something like that? Now, come-on, who really believes that the grades aren't important?? Now I will admit that we get a bit over-obsessed and should be more realistic, but let's face it, in this day and age, grades are important. They are important if you are going to go on to graduate school (which is encouraged daily) and they are important if you want a highly competitive internship as a new grad. I'm pretty sure that answering a question with, "But I really UNDERSTAND the material" is not going to cut it in an interview. So, for all you nursing professors out there: nursing students think grades are very important and they aren't going to change their mind so just indulge their constant quest for extra points and arguing over every question they get wrong on a test.

Quotes of the week:
1. Man, you have a big pickle. Friend 1 says this to the male cashier in the bookstore.
2. Friend 2: I think I have worms.
Yolanda: You don't have worms.
Friend 2: I think I saw one in my poop yesterday.
Yolanda: You have worms.
Friend 2: Do you think I can just go to the pet store and take the same stuff they give dogs?
Yolanda: I don't think so.
The entire above conversation took place during lunch in the food court area that the hospital and all the health affairs schools share. This prompted a lot of stares; Friend 2 had to then comment loudly that she had spent the summer in Africa. Good call. Friend 2 (I haven't come up with a good nickname for her yet) is also the source of, "I don't want to do labor and delivery anymore, I saw enough vaginas in Kenya." I love our total lack of inhibition regarding conversation topics!

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