Can things suck any worse?

I had my in-class research critique this morning. It sucked. I knew it would suck. The only thing that will suck more is if I have to look at what she marks wrong on it (a fate I hope to avoid). The good thing is that it is now over, and assuming that I do not fail I will never have to do it again. Then I attended the worst lecture ever delivered. It contained 89 PowerPoint slides, which were delivered rapid-fire in 50 minutes. Every third word or so was mispronounced (”Ch…Ch…Chvostek” is my favorite; “steatorrhea” totally defeated her and was delivered as “er…fatty stools”). What is the most common form of chronic pancreatitis? Don’t ask this lecturer, because she had a few of them labeled as such. She’s also a big fan of 2-hour, not 24-hour, urine collections, because those are so useful. I’m really sick of these people wasting my time and sucking me dry. That lecture COST me time. I could read the slides and book at home without the commute and without the confusing and incorrect commentary that I now have to sort through.

If you don’t know what you’re talking about, get the hell off the podium. Giving me wrong information WASTES MY TIME. Just don’t lecture at all.

My really long day ended up with Leadership ATI testing, which I somehow passed with a level III despite feeling I knew none of the answers to the questions. So that actually didn’t end up sucking as badly as it could have.

Yeah…there was more suckiness involving two (non–nursing-school) friends acting like assholes. The final act was the intrepid NNR bursting into tears of tired frustration which evolved into sobs and then coughing and, finally, puking. I never got so tired that I ended up puking before nursing school.

This is INSANE. I am standing behind myself with a cattle prod to get through the next few weeks and finish this semester.

Prod. Prod.