First Week: A Bunch of Alpha-Female Teachers. *B&tch Stares.*

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Another first week of the nursing semester has begun, which means, new classes, tons of homework, new faces and new teachers.

So far, the stress of completing readings (11 chapters to read by the first day!), stressing on whether I passed or failed the dosage math exam (taken on the first day, if failed for the second time, I will be terminated from the program) and completing assignments (due by Saturday THIS WEEK) has led me out-of-my-normal sync and it has put all of my scheduled running goals on hold. I haven’t ran since Monday! *gasps*

“The first week is always the hardest.” -Ricky.

On top of the workload, I have the b*tchiest instructors who were sticklers for every single pet-peeve that they’ve obtained from previous students, who made them who they are today. It seems that for every semester, they acquire a nuisance and they add it to their long and tedious syllabus that they coined “the contract between the students and the teachers.” I do admit that reading those syllabus has amplified my strong fear for strict, alpha-female teachers, but not entirely. The fear I acquire from them motivates me to excel and not settle for anything less. I had a very strict teacher once and she molded me to be an A – B range nursing student, something that I didn’t expect years ago- when I failed my first Biology class when I first started college.

So yes, the perks of having strict teachers involve pushing students to strive harder and to pursue perfection in their best capabilities. Also, it encourages students to live up to their teacher’s expectations, wherein the students mold themselves as close as they can to be the professor’s “ideal nursing student.” Some of the students try hard to kiss ass, they are snotty, aggressive and bossy to their peers and they like to get the attention of the instructor. I find myself rolling my eyes and shaking my head when they argue with the teacher about a fact or when a fellow student blurts out the answer to them,  No! That’s not what the book says… or How did you know that- that is the answer?! My response: B*tch, please! I read the book, so I know. Of course, I didn’t say that out loud, but I wish I did!

I always like to tell myself, “Welcome back to nursing school! These are the type of people you’ll be working with.” Great.

Anyways, tomorrow’s my first clinical for the RN program. I have to wake up at 5 am and report at 7am. I gotta sleep NOW OR I WILL REGRET SLEEPING LATE!

Hopefully, tomorrow’s interesting which means, I’m open for more b*tchy instructors and bossy classmates. Can’t wait for drama.

Yay.

Day 6: Redundant dates that keeps me single.

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I want to be single, not only because I need a break, not only because I need to learn how to love myself, but also because I’m tired of  dating the same, redundant, and plain type of guys! I don’t want to sound picky or that I have high expectations, but it seems like I’ve dated the same type of guys in four different seasons. I do want to give a chance to any guy that comes along.  However…

I declared to my ex-boyfriends that I’m not actively seeking out for another try on past relationships. But it seems like I have to turn down interested guys too, especially those that resemble any of my ex boyfriends: not physically, but just the way they do things. I get bored easily in relationships especially when I’m with guys who only treats sex as the only thing that makes everything fun, perfect, convenient and cheap. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to cuddle in bed or the couch, watching a movie with a special someone because it’s more intimate, more comfortable and CHEAP! I loved how I get distracted by my partner’s wondering hands that manages to find my pink- laced panties while I try my hardest to concentrate in the movie. Don’t you just love the idea of lying naked in bed all Sunday morning or even the weekends, while you do two or three rounds of hide- and- go play under the sheets while the day goes by? Of course! But did you ever ask yourself, “We could have gone to the stand-up comedy that we both might want to watch,” or “It would be so nice to go hike the mountains just to see the autumn trees change colors.” And then you tell yourself, “Oh that’s fine, there’s always a next time” when there isn’t really one.

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Almost all of my relationships have been caught in a safety-net. Once the flirting stage is done, it seems that almost all dates have circled around the couch, the bed or sometimes, the movie theatre seats or any of the fast food chains’ dining seats. My point here, to be exact, is that almost all the guys I’ve met so far, except one (who will be mentioned in future posts, I think), has been boring. Sure, you’ll tell me, you all could have done this, done that, but really… let’s be realistic, time doesn’t really permit us- younguns– to do all the sort of thing that most settled, middle-aged people do: go to the Bahamas, travel to Burma, go to NYC for the weekend, rent a yacht, go camping, go to Europe, etc. Dating, in my opinion, has become quite boring for me.

I have a date with this guy who’s been dying to take me out since last summer. I told him so many times that I’m not ready to be in a relationship, but he still insists on waiting. He asks me to spend time with him this weekend, hoping that I will decide on what to do. Quite frankly, I’m the type of girl who suggests, but he’s the type of guy who complains. So I let him make the decision and he wanted to go to Chili’s or Ruby Tuesday. As I’ve mentioned earlier, I am sick of fast-food dates and I’m really up for something new. I might turn him down again and make up a darn excuse.

I’m not expecting a lot from guys, but I just want to meet someone who can make me say, “Ohh… I didn’t know that sort of fun exists.”