Thank God for great professors...
From the beginning of my school years in college, I don't think I've ever had a great line of professors teaching my subjects than this semester.
I'm happy with all of them since I know I can learn a lot which is what really counts when you're in school. With all the newly hired "instructors" in our department, it's so hard to get the ones which could really impart something other than rumors about other instructors. I don't know why it took me this long to realize that wise professors should never be feared, but taken as a challenge to do better in exams, performing certain procedures, and most especially, considered as people who only wants what's best for us, the students.
My Medical/Surgical instructor was the one who interviewed me about a month ago. She was very intimidating. But the moment I got to talk to her, the intimidation turned into an interest of being her student. She's got the goods to back up her intimidating personality anyways, and that made me more enthusiastic.
My Neuro professor was my Orthopedics professor last semester, Sir Tempra who happens to be a close friend of my boyfriend. He certainly knows how to make the discussion interesting and alive by making it interactive and full of visual aids, something most instructors are not capable of doing.
My Fluids and electrolytes instructor is our school's top notcher in the board exams which I assume would make his discussions very juicy and deemed important.
Nothing could top my list of professors this semester which makes the learning process a bit more interesting.
I've changed my mind...
From the beginning of my school years in college, I don't think I've ever had a great line of professors teaching my subjects than this semester.
I'm happy with all of them since I know I can learn a lot which is what really counts when you're in school. With all the newly hired "instructors" in our department, it's so hard to get the ones which could really impart something other than rumors about other instructors. I don't know why it took me this long to realize that wise professors should never be feared, but taken as a challenge to do better in exams, performing certain procedures, and most especially, considered as people who only wants what's best for us, the students.
My Medical/Surgical instructor was the one who interviewed me about a month ago. She was very intimidating. But the moment I got to talk to her, the intimidation turned into an interest of being her student. She's got the goods to back up her intimidating personality anyways, and that made me more enthusiastic.
My Neuro professor was my Orthopedics professor last semester, Sir Tempra who happens to be a close friend of my boyfriend. He certainly knows how to make the discussion interesting and alive by making it interactive and full of visual aids, something most instructors are not capable of doing.
My Fluids and electrolytes instructor is our school's top notcher in the board exams which I assume would make his discussions very juicy and deemed important.
Nothing could top my list of professors this semester which makes the learning process a bit more interesting.
I may have changed my mind...
Remember the last time I was ranting on how I hate the thought of taking the board exams? Well, I think a little realization has made that decision of mine on the rocks.
Talking to my father days ago made me thought of how little they're asking from me by taking the board exams. After all they did to me, is it selfish of me not to give them what they want for a change? I mean, how hard could it be anyway. No matter what the outcome would be, I'm still gonna do what I want in the end. And it doesn't involve needles, gloves, or any hospital. After going through all the drama, I think I could say in the end that I did what they wanted me to do already with the best of my abilities and efforts. After that, it's my turn to grab a hold of my life.
Over and Out!
Remember the last time I was ranting on how I hate the thought of taking the board exams? Well, I think a little realization has made that decision of mine on the rocks.
Talking to my father days ago made me thought of how little they're asking from me by taking the board exams. After all they did to me, is it selfish of me not to give them what they want for a change? I mean, how hard could it be anyway. No matter what the outcome would be, I'm still gonna do what I want in the end. And it doesn't involve needles, gloves, or any hospital. After going through all the drama, I think I could say in the end that I did what they wanted me to do already with the best of my abilities and efforts. After that, it's my turn to grab a hold of my life.
Over and Out!
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