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Dec 8, 2013 21:07:50 GMT -5
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Post by smokeyoshi on Dec 8, 2013 21:07:50 GMT -5
Have you ever gone into a stressful situation, having done all you could to prepare for it and said "what's the worst that could happen?". I did and it did. 2 weeks ago was finals week for me. I mean finals Pass 5 tests and done with classes until graduation in may after 5 months interning. I had 2 days with 2 finals each. I chose the worst one to fail, a lab final. Fail a lab final and fail the course. I've been deans list at minimum for all 7 semesters. Now I have to wait till fall '14 to retake the class. With an automaton I have literally never seen smile in 3 semesters. Shoot me. I'll be 56 in may'15. All I've done for 18 months is work and study. And not in that order. The worst part was telling Dar that I failed. I've been interning at a nursing home and loving it. I felt welcome by the whole therapy dept when I walked in the door. They Are all so supportive and helpful like none of my past fieldwork sites. Instead of just observing I've been working with Patients so much I've had a hard time keeping up with my assignments. I've decided to take the CNA test if I can't get hired based on my courses and GPA. There are dozens of nursing homes here and I gotta keep my hand in it before I forget everything I've learned. The difference between CNA and OTA is at least $15/hr and a lot less poop. So I bought a car almost identical to Dars. Hers needs to be registered so I'm looking forward to watching the DMV peeps figure it out when they see the paperwork for both of them at once.
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Post by huronna on Dec 8, 2013 21:52:56 GMT -5
I know how depressed you must be at this point. But you have to pick yourself up and dust off that butt and keep on trucking. Staying in the area of caring for others is what you should do, it will help you to keep on trying. Don't ever give up. Dar loves you and that is all that matters My husband was an officer in the navy until a motor cycle accident changed all that almost 35 years ago. He can no longer hold a job, has No short term memory and can't even balance a small checking account. But no matter what I still love him and we are happy together. Love is not measured by success or failure. love is something that is and does not change with circumstances.
Now I will get off my podium. LOL
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Post by dookcitygang on Dec 9, 2013 10:23:06 GMT -5
What she said. Well put Huronna.
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Post by furdawg55 on Dec 11, 2013 10:07:48 GMT -5
Huronna is right on target. I was in my fifties, (will be turning 60 the end of this month), when I went back to vet school. I had to take a math course over three times. The first time I failed miserably, the second time I received an incomplete, but the professor knew I had spent over 70 hours on class work, (not including the 64 hours in class. I then had a year to finish the course with a minimum grade of "C". More hours, more tests, and I just squeaked by. Mind you my G.P.A was 3.6. I was devastated. So, I know what you're going through. Don't beat yourself up so severely!!!!! I suspect being a CNA is your passion, so try it again as you've already seen the study material. My best to you, as I know you can do this..... Do they have tutors in the school? If so, grab one of them to assist you. I believe there is no charge for in school tutoring.!
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Dec 14, 2013 18:49:03 GMT -5
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Post by smokeyoshi on Dec 14, 2013 18:49:03 GMT -5
Thanks for the encouraging words. The thing is that I did well enough in all other aspects of the class. It seems I repeated the same procedural error thereby missing out on an unknown number of potential points. A quick look at my answer sheet did not reveal all that much red ink. his stupid station numbering system makes no sense. I've composed a letter to the president of the college expressing concerns about the way the profs run the program. Maybe I'll get a chance to plead my case based on my past performance. CNA is not exactly my passion. But I agree that I need to stay in health care. Ecause it will better prepare me than working in a dang grocery store. Y
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