So, basically, night school is rocking my adult-like socks. Honestly, if they had had a night-school version of high school, I would have done so much better it’s not even funny. I think I might have actually enjoyed some of it. Ah. Weird.
Right now I’m taking two classes (sort of the max), Anatomy and Physiology, and Health Care Essentials (the pre-requisite to any of their programs). Good times man, good times.
Health Care Essentials (while sometimes freaking me out) has been a really interesting class so far. Except for the time we watched the old 70’s (R rated) movie Coma… ugh. Can I just say? Fight scenes that involve anatomy labs and dozens of cadavers? NOT COOL. Freaked me out.
Otherwise, we’ve been talking a lot about culture, and how to give health care to people without offending their cultural beliefs and values and stuff. It’s been crazy interesting. Plus we’ve done all the legal stuff (gag me, scares me) and all that sorts of fun stuff.
***HIPAA: Human Insurance Portability and Accountability Act. Which, in human words, means that I can’t say fricking NOTHING about patients. I’m just afraid that I’m going to slip and say something like, “This girl’s got a painful looking bruise” to a coworker who essentially doesn’t have a NEED to know this, and get totally busted over it. AGGG.
And, typically, I’m not a private person. I really couldn’t care less who knew about all my health problems. I don’t mind talking about them. I especially don’t care if other nurse or MA’s or other workers in a health care office know about my problems. Doesn’t matter to me. So, understanding that the rest of the world is super super sensitive about these subjects and want utter confidentiality is something I need to really keep in mind so I don’t hurt anyone’s feelings and/or get in trouble with the health care laws. EEEK.
Anatomy and Physiology has been interesting, to say the least. And not in the way you’d think. It’s just funny, because we have maybe an hour of lecture/slideshow at the beginning of class, where everything is taken just from our book. So, us smart people have realized that during these lectures, all we gotta do is highlite what’s on the slides. Others take down all the notes word for word. It’s just funny to me. Ugh, but then we get these super long packets to do, and it’s ridiculous, because the packets go with a different text book, so the information is never the same, and it’s ridiculously ridiculous and frustrating and heck to do. Then, with twenty minutes to go, our teacher passes around the key, so we just jot down the real answers anyways. SO. CONFUSING.
However, I think our teacher is a funny little lady. She makes some funny comments if you actually listen to her. I don’t know how many other people may have noticed this, but I have. She’s silly. Plus she liked our pipe-cleaner skelton the best.
The best part about A and P? My group, of course. We found each other in a sea of people who had absolutely no idea what was going on, we, the ones who are productive and don’t need to hear the instructions a million times over. Okay, that’s harsh, but sort of true. I have my two friends who are funnily cynical and ADD about the details that I simply don’t care about. We have a good time getting frustrated together.
Overall? Night school rocks my socks. YES!
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