So many things going on right now. I am on an emotional roller coaster. I cannot WAIT to be done with school. I really hope I graduate in 6 weeks like planned. I just get so worried about the exams that I can't concentrate on studying. It sounds ridiculous because most people would be more prone to study if they are worried about the exam, but my mind doesn't work that way. I think about all the situations that might happen if I don't pass. It may look like I am reading the book and turning the pages, but I will all of a sudden "read" 10 pages and have no clue what I just read. I didn't go to class today because we had a midterm, so I emailed that I was "sick". Luckily, the whole class felt unprepared for the exam and the instructor decided to push the test back a week, so I didn't miss anything it looks like.
That's another thing. Rasmussen doesn't have a clue what it takes to teach a class. They think they can hire any old nurse that wants to change their career a little and think they know how to instruct a class of students. They have no clue what they are doing. I can say I do. I have a bachelor's degree in education. I know how to teach. My instructors when I was getting my bachelor's had nothing but good things to say of my way of teaching. My students didn't know I was a "student teacher" they thought I WAS their teacher. That says a lot. Why I didn't go into teaching is another post all together. The point is, these nursing instructors are setting us up to fail. There is a reason 50% of the people I started with ended up failing a class and have been put back. I am one of them. If I fail this class, I am out of the program. I am supposed to graduate in 6 weeks and I am scared shitless that I wont.
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On to the next topic. My body. I have gained close to 50 lbs since being in a relationship with Nate. We both have a problem with food. I can't get it back on track unless he gets it back on track. You know how hard it is to eat a salad when they are eating pizza? Or not to eat the cookies that are in the house? I know I need to be disciplined, but I am not. I am weak. I need help. We both need help. I signed up for a half marathon in October. That gives me 8 months to run 13.1 miles. The hardest part is to get to the gym.
I know I am having a "Sarah pity party for 1". I will get better. Maybe I just needed to get it out.
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