Surviving the Prelims

So far, so good. I just passed the prelims. 

I haven’t yet aced any of my quizzes. Actually, I always get an average score, just enough to pass. Sigh. It’s both because most of my neurons are dying so fast and I always have a hard time to concentrate whenever I start to flip my books to review. I am blessed with a comfortable room, free from any noise and distractions (I can easily shut the windows whenever our neighbors start to make the whole barangay their very own karaoke room).

I tried reviewing during the weekends, armed with my books and the notes I’ve borrowed (or rather stole) from my friends. I am usually enthusiastic on the first 15 minutes of the supposed-to-be 2-hour review. But after reading a chapter, I unconsciously doze off and wake up three hours after, just in time for my lunch.

I also tried reviewing at night. But I realized it’s just too hard. It’s not my habit to review so I end up surfing the net and posting new bulletins in friendster, changing my shoutout in ym and disturbing other people, or randomly open websites I haven’t opened before.

Or sometimes, believe it or not, I open the fridge and look for something to eat.

I go to bed early, usually at 9, with a little or (most of time) no “stock” knowledge for the next day. So you can just imagine how stupid I will look if I will be suddenly called to recite. But fortunately, that never happened yet. I feel so blessed.

I think I suffer from an attention disorder. There are times when we reach an ulta boring topic and I pretend to listen. I lean forward and nod in approval (of course that’s just part of the acting). My teachers observe my very good practice/behavior and so they look at me in the eye. Well naturally, I maintain eye contact with them while my fingers are busy texting under my arm chair or inside my bag. 

I dunno, I’ve never been caught texting in class before. I just can’t help it when the teacher does not know how to make the topic interesting. See? It’s not entirely my fault.

We are not bombarded with toxic assignments and research journals (Teachning Strategies aside)—yet. I don’t find my self (and others) na nahahahaggard sa buhay third year. I think everyone is enjoying the current semester. 

Little by little, I am starting to like nursing (don’t include IMCI please). Of course this is because of those tireless clinical duties. I want to wear my clinical uniform once again (I miss my white pants and shoes). I want to handle a patient once more and do the charting. Okay, I also miss the periodic vital signs taking and INO measurement. And the once in a blue moon IV push and IV removal.

I just wish the IMCI will be over (it’s too costly and I don’t think I’ll end up as a community health nurse someday anyway). After posting this blog entry, I’ll attempt to memorize the first page of the IMCI flip chart. Ssshhh. This is a requirement.