Blog Time

I finally made it into something....the Nursing Billiards Team. Ah my favorite sport. We start our opening on Aug 7, then compete in intramurals. Its good to finally get my mind off of my nursing crap.
I finally got one of my hospital uniforms yesterday, and I look like a giant marshmallow puff with red and gray stripes. I hate it. Good thing my hospital doesnt start until Aug 6, because it gives me time to have it taken in.
In case anyone is wondering, I have 3 different sets of uniforms. 1. Community uniform: UB Blouse, Gray Vest (nope it did not escape the 90s), Gray slacks, WHITE socks, and black shoes. 2. Skills Lab: UB Tshirt, Grey Slacks, WHITE socks, and black shoes. 3. Hospital uniform: A GIANT TENT DRESS, WHITE STOCKINGS, and white shoes. Oh and OR Scrubs, which i really regret not getting from my dad. Each uniform I basically need 3 sets, because we get dirty very fast.
The clinical instructors seem to be a touch better than the ones from last year. But a lot of them need work. The school still wastes a lot of time, and money.
Ive got 2 hated subjects this sem. 1. Intro to research: My teacher has no idea how to research, and thinks a hypothesis is not an educated guess or answer. She says that if we already answered the question, then you can not do research. HELLO!!!!! A research paper is to prove that your answer is correct. And yes, I beleive amongst other people that she really doesnt like me. Maybe even Joaquin. She doesnt like any of our suggestions. Maybe she just doesn't like Americans... 2. Community Health Nursing CLass: The teacher has shown up to class 4 times, correction 5 times. So far we had 15 classes. And the whole thing is Healthcare 2 all over again. I dont know why we are taking the class AGAIN. It was painful the first time around, and still nothing new.
Well, thats about it...until next time.

Why I hate politics, and yet I am always in it.

I tried to ease my mind with all that happened in the past couple of weeks, and I ran in the same election as Joaquin (which he failed to mention). Except I lost. Of course he would win. Who wouldn't want to vote for the only white guy who ever ran for office in our school? Oh and "my friends voted for him because he is their crush". I feel so great that we came all the way to the Philippines so that other women can have crushes on him...
I guess its nice to know that he is definitely fitting well within his environment. And what about me? Same ol, same ol...just like everyone else.
For me, they put my mother's maiden last name down as my last name on the ballots, so most of my friends thought that I dropped out of the election. The people who really knew me, just looked for my first name. I believe that it was quite an unfair election, because the comelec was told in the very beginning of the major mistake, and they failed to properly correct it.
At least, I still must of been very popular because I only lost by 15 votes. My position was only auditor, and I guess it would be too much work for me anyway. I just wanted to win so bad because I don't remember winning anything. And I keep telling my parents that I am doing this and running for that, but I always lose. I feel like I am just disappointing them more and more. Its kinda to the point that I don't even tell them that I am doing anything. I swore to myself that I am never running for anything again. It's way too much work to lose.
Except....I am trying out for the Billiards team for our school. Not too many women play pool here, so I am sure I will at least make it on a TEAM...maybe.

Some things just shouldnt happen

A lot of things have happened since we came home. So far, none has been good, so I did not feel the need to relate in my blog. I really need a semester off....I am so tired, and feel used up. Stress is coming at me in large portions, and I do not understand how people here can function with their frame of mind.
I really hate (yes absolutely hate) the way that people here see death. They see it so casually. The other day, in class, a girl stood up in class and used her father's death as an example in developmental stages. Her father died last week. She told us so casually and with no emotion what so ever, that it shocked me. I felt that if I showed her any sign of sympathy, I would be laughed at because they are not afraid of laughing at people.

I remembered almost the same thing happened to me when I had Typhoid Fever. I was absent from school for 2 weeks, and on the borderline death. When I told my classmates that I was in the hospital, and almost died, it was like I just told them that I like to eat cake.

When I was first told, that the only deaths that are excused from school are your mother, father, sister or brother, I just could not believe it. But I can definitely believe it now. I am not sure if it’s the thought that your loved ones are in heaven that overwhelms them so much to cause them not to care. Or that death happens so often here, that people are starting not to care.

If I ever felt so alone before, it is nothing compared to how I feel now. I just want this whole deal to be over with because it seems that I am missing out on a whole lot.

I miss her and I couldn't even hold her one last time...