Monthly Archives: May 2015

Road to RN

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Today is the first day of the May 2015. Nursing Licensure Exam.

Because I feel like  I have oi idea what the world outside of Medicine feels like in the past month, it was only last Monday when I remembered claiming my Nursing license.   

 Well, well, well, who do we have here? A registed nurse claiming her license! 

More than a month after the issued date of claim, I headed to PRC not expecting the long queue, armed with a handfan and a bottle of water. The items I had with me were with me because it was the summmer and it’s reason enough. Had I known that the building was full, I would have postponed heading there. Two hours later, I had my hands on my baby. Sorry, I can’t post my actuad ID. The feeling, for some, would have been surreal. I was just happy. It’s not because I’m not grateful. Believe me, I don’t think I can ever thank the high Heavens enough. I just feel like I could have done better. Around this time last year I was still in the province enjoying what was left of my vacation, while my college classmates were attending review classes. And I was among those who had to enroll in Medicine July of last year. The exam was last November. I wasn’t panicking. Even if I did want to study, I did not have Nursing books or notes with me. Well, I was convincing myself I did nit have the resources so as not to study just yet. 

My classmates who were also going to attend Medicine last year had the same plan – to attend the review on weekends. What we did not expect was that we had classes on Saturday mornings. That was our loss because that time was alloted to studyifor the board exam. Hoping that I weould feel more motivated because of the nearing date, I allowed pressure to set in. And so….  

Sometime in July i was busy watching movies with some new-found friends. Here’s a picture of our tickets to an awesome Marvel flick. 

 Sometime in August my review center switched buildings. As someone without a trace of sense of direction, I didn’t bother asking where the new location was. Instead, I brought some boooks with me and studied at a nearby coffee shop. Unexpectedly some of my college classmates joined me in the afternoon as they planned to ditch the afternoon session at their review center. Here’s evidence…

 Feeling tired from all the catching up I had to do in review classes, I had the guts to take time off  school reviewing and get a night life with some friends. Don ‘t judge me when you see this. 

  
As soon as the semester ended, my subsect – mates and I headed to this amusement park two hours away from the city. Really, I was thinking I had the luxury of time when it comes to reviewing. I think I really need one of those reality checks, if I even knew what those meant. I’m gutsy alright, but I wasn’t crazy enough to ride this one.


 Tic-tok! I figured time was flying by.   Because weekdays weren’t enough to cover everything, a few friends spent weeknights with me. I think coffee shops were happy because we frequented them night and day.  
   

The weekend before the actual boards, Dad came for a visit. Nah, he was attending a convention. They were housed at Solaire. While Dad was having dinner with the company, my sisters were having fun at the Casino. Guess where I was? At the cheapest restaurant I can find within the establishment. Sadly, it wasn’t at all cheap. I could hear my wallet crying. As common courtesy, I had to buy my sisters slices of cakes when they joined me later on that night. But that was sumptous anyway 

 

I was freaking out nights before the actual boards. On the very day, we didn’t have a helper with us yet, so I had to prepare my own meals. I went  so far as renting a cab and a driver a day before so as to avoid being late on those two days. The emotional turmoil that set in was too much to handle. I would never wish for anyone to go through WHAT i had been through. 

Again, I was unprepared to take this make or break exam. THANKFULLY, everything paid off. I even had a good grade which, I soon learned, qualified to the top 20. Thank God. Balancing first year Med and nursing boards was tricky, but getting through both at the same time was feasible. There isn’t much here about diligence, but this sure is a story of dedication. My hopes of becoming a Registered Nurse was the only thing that got me through. 

I wish this year’s examinees luck and optimism. Sometimes we aren’t left with much choice, but keeping a positive mind can spell all the difference. 

What I Learned from Bicohemistry

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I don’t think I will forget that fateful day I took my fourth shifting exam in Biochemistry. It left that kind of impression on me, this subject. Let me give you a brief background of how I fair in Any Science subject. 

I can’t say I’m dumb, simply because I don’t believe anyone is. I do well in all most subjects, except Filipino. I try to do my best during Science class. Back in Gradeschool, I’d compete in division or regional levels in these fields. Come. High School, I pretty much left my interest in Science behind, and focused on enjoyed Maths. I really did. It may have been cryptic for some, but it was my private language. 

Earth Science, Biology, Chemistry, and even Physics weren’t my thing, as I learned later on. Sure I’d stay long during elimination rounds, but I get eliminated anyway. (I know, right?! Who else had to go through that? You deserve a pat on the back, my friend.) In college, I had to endure DPSM subjects 5x. I passed them all, getting exempted at times. I’d have to say. Org Chem and Biochem were the worst. Although it seemed as if I was fairing well in Biochemistry, doing better than half the class did, I still didn’t get exempted from taking the Final. This is a sad story. 

Did I mention I am a Medical student at present? Don’t even start. I did have a hard time, barely passing some of my quizzes. I even failed an entire shift. Seniors, including my elder sister, said this is common. To me, this was unacceptable. But the thing is, I could not get myself to study harder in this subject. The topics were getting more abstrac, and the exam questions got even more complicated. And so, on the fourth (of five) shift, I was in for a ride. My grad was at the minimum, and this quiz was given on the same day as our third quiz of that shift.    

    This was how I pictured myself as I walked back to my chair after submitting my first Biochem quiz for that day. I was mouthing the exact same words, and the people who saw me were mouthing,  “I know, right?” and gesturing how difficult and crazy that quiz was. The only consolation I had for myself was that I wasn ‘t the only one who found the exam difficult.  But there was no denying the frustration I felt that time. Here was an opportunity I had for me to raise my grades, and I just let it slide. It’s not like I intended not to study, I just didn ‘t give it my all. The sad thing was that I knew it. Even sadder was that it was only the first of three Biochem quizzes. By the time I took my other quizzes hope was draining fast.  

In taking up that course, I figured that I should be more patient in reading, that nothing is ever easy, and that thinking that something is difficult will only make things more difficult. Assuming that concepts are understood when we really don’t is the first step in fooling ourselves. Because there are several lecturers, it is best to learn their examination styles. Some teachers demand the most specific words, others stick to what appears in bold letters. Some bother to give handouts yet ask questions that you only cone across during his / her lectures. No matter how annoying this sounds, we can ‘t blame them because it is our responsibility to pay full attention to them regardless of how much of sleeping pill they are. There would even come a point when I ‘d ask myself whether or not the lecturer was that knowledgeable or plainly showing off. Those times I can ‘t help but whisper, “Undivided attention. Undivided attention.” Times are trying when you look around and see that half of the class is asleep. Every point counts. 

Thankfully, I passed this annoyingly study time-consuming subject. I hope and pray I don ‘t go through all that hullaballoo again. The better me knows how hard I will work on my second year subjects. 

On to second year…  🙂

The many influences of KP

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I’m going home in a few days. I can not emohasize how excited I really am. I am going to miss the big city. But I don’t think anything can replace all-day laziness, getting up at noon, and no limit on any food that’s fresh. 🙂 But that’s not today’s story.

Let me introduce you to KP. Today I will be heading to some mall to fetch KP’s gadget. He’s this uncle of mine, whose creativity is overflowing. After losing his camera to some natural disaster (I’m sure everyone’s heard of Haiyan and it’s devastating effects on the Philippines), he now has enough finances to buy himself a new high-end camera. By the way, he is building himself a house. He’s that rich now.  *wink*
You know how when you were a  kid you wabnted to have someone to look up to. Well, both my parents were too busy to engage us in any new activity, that having KP visit us at home was a way of introducing to us new hobbies and new gadgets. For a while, he even got me into photography. But I didn’t have the skill, or the keen eye on things. Below is exhibit A.

  
                                                                                                 Exhibit A
Somehow, going home reminds me of KP. He kind of always surprises us. He does not live with us. My parents always want to have something new at home when we (my sisters and I) go back home. Most of the times, we would come home to parties, and KP will be there cooking the most delicious of foods in town (go ask our frequent visitors who have known him by now), and the most beautiful of flower arrangements. I told you his creativity is beyond any limit. 

May I also add that he is the best driving teacher around. In my college years, my father taught me how to drive. Mostly, it was my siblings and I who were scared to death. It was not because we were driving, but because our Dad would go all-Daddy on us like some high-ranking military officer. He’s a physician. When one day Dad was busy (as in most days), KP would come to the rescue. With him, it’s all chill. 

That is what I learned from spending time with him. When I grow up, I want to be like him. He may not have been successful with his first career (he studied Physical Therapy), but he is happy with where he is right now, and that’s all him. It’s one thing that he has put his talents into good use, and another that he is sharing with others. As far as I know, he is the definition of a happy go lucky person, not giving a care in the world. Of course he cares, he just preferes to see the brighter and lighter things in life.