Does anyone actually study for this class?

I'm thinking of my classmates and none of them seem to have the Studier Mentality (okay, there is no such phrase, WHATEVER.) and also I think they probably have lives and jobs and such that would get in the way of intensive study.

However, looks can be deceiving.

But then, they must be studying, because supposedly we're all going to pass.

Or our instructor, whom I have yet to nickname, is just trying to give us false confidence.
But why would he do that?

Most of this information is pretty easy to remember, though for me certain things are hard to remember in order. (Patient assessment - trauma. Incredibly hard for me and I don't know why...)

As a person who has never really studied in my life, this is kind of hard for me.
:(
I want a study group.

I'm going to call our instructor The Knee, and I'm not going to explain why.

Some interesting things learned in class today:

• Always appear as though you are able to choke someone. 
• Our instructor has a scary side that only comes out if he thinks he's going to get spit on. 

Role Call

Alright, my classmates, because I'm sure you're (my 4 followers... -.-) all tired of hearing about Hermione. 

They were unaware that this picture was being taken. Yes, I know I'm a creeper.

It isn't my fault that she's the only one worth noting due to the fact that she ALWAYS gets good grades. Ugh. 

Anyway.

I'll start with Pansy Parkinson. Aside from her paleness and dark hair, she shares no traits with Movie/Canon Pansy, but she does own a Slytherin hoodie, which I quite like. She's kind of boisterous, but our instructor can never remember her name (He always calls her by Hermione's name...) In fact, scratch that. I'm going to call her Daphne Greengrass. Why? Because she was a Slytherin no one remembers, and no one deserves to be called Pansy Parkinson. Especially not her, because she's actually nice.

Next up is the Gretchen Weiners of Orangeburg. She's totally rich because her dad invented Toaster Strudel 

She knows everything about everyone (in Orangeburg).

(Seriously. You know about the Orangeburg Ihop brawl? She knows those people. Everything about them.)

And of course, her hair is big because it's full of secrets.

She tied with Hermione on the last test. She's on my radar now.

Then there's Cameron Tucker, so called because he's hilarious and incredibly likable. He also has a lot of Cam-y (from Modern Family) qualities. I think he's taken this class before, or something like it, he always talks like he knows what he's doing. He's really into Zumba.

Omg, this nicknaming crap is hard. 

There is only one other guy in the class and his name is going to be John Smith, for reasons that have nothing to do with Pocahontas. It is just a really average name, and this is a really average guy. In fact, whenever our instructor wants to demonstrate something, he pulls this guy up to the front because he's "a pretty average [sized] guy."

He's almost as quiet as I am, and he spends most of his time talking to Lexi Belle. 

Lexi works in the ER of some hospital and I honestly have no idea what she does there. I'm naming her after a porn star simply because her name makes me think of porn stars. She gets pretty flustered when put in front of a group. She always gets called first, due to her name. 

Last but not least, is the Nancy Archer, named after the 50 ft Woman because this chick is seriously tall. It gets mentioned in pretty much every class. 

(Other things that get mentioned nearly every class:

Hermione's small

Nancy's tall

John's ordinary

I'm thin

And Daphne's forgettable  apparently Hermione, sometimes.)

Nancy has a no-nonsense kind of demeanor. She reminds me of a cop. Also, she is like, deathly afraid of roaches.

I'm going to abruptly end this entry now.

Bega Basic

It's 5:32am and I thought, it's about time to write about myself.

Me!

If you know me and you're reading this, you can just skip it.

I don't really want to do this. I don't know where to start or how much information to reveal. How much of my backstory is relevant to my current story.

Maybe I'll start by listing things.

• My name is Bianca. I named myself Bega (Bee-guh) when I was learning how to talk. I could actually say my name at the time, I just preferred not to.
• I'm 21, almost 22, and I have a son (he just turned two a few days ago and already he is THREE FEET TALL), a house that I'd like to sell (but I can't unless my brothers agree to it. :/) and two cars that are legally mine but I can't drive them because
• I don't know how to drive. Yep. I am planning on becoming an EMT in a few weeks and I've got almost no clue how to operate a vehicle. Driving at speeds higher than 30 freak me out, and having other cars on the road causes me to turn to stone. I feel like I'm in Medusa's cross-hairs everytime I get on the highway behind the wheel. 
• I like things that are small and pink and cute. For normal people, this means newborn humans, kittens and puppies. For me, this means other people's organs. 

Say hello to this adoooorable uterus.

You're going to tell me that isn't cute?

A cuterus.

How about now?

I like organs when they're cute and pink, and I'd like to keep them that way.

• The uterus is my favorite organ, btw, and I really like vaginas. I've been interested in women's health, well, sexual and reproductive health, since I was about 7 years old. Blame my mother for leaving her textbooks around and letting me get at them. But then, she wasn't aware that I was reading on 'the college level' at that age.  
• You can also blame my mother for my 'raging feminism'. 
• I love emergency medicine, I think. I haven't had much  any experience with it yet, I just think that it would suit me, based on the fact that a.) I love medicine, and b.) I love banquet serving. 

But what does banquet serving have to do with emergency medicine? Well, not much. But they are both fast paced, and you will almost always have something to do. I cannot stand being bored. I like to have multiple jobs to do at once. I like getting things done quickly. It's a rush. 

Maybe I'm addicted to the rush. It's a good thing I care too much about my health to do amphetamines. 

(I find myself saying similar things a lot. I seem to have a lot of weird interests that could lead to me being involved in some unsavory activities. For example, my love of organs = "It's a great thing I'm so into medicine or I'd have to become a serial killer! :D")

• If not emergency medicine, I would go into sports medicine. It's another adrenaline thing. It's totally not an I-love-athletes thing. The best thing I ever did in high school was student athletic training/sports medicine with 4 other girls. We had a real athletic trainer, of course, so we were pretty much water girls during football season. I enjoyed being on the sidelines at every game, every practice, and running out onto the field to squeeze into a huddle of muscular, testosterhotties. Okay. Maybe my love of sports medicine comes from a different place. Maybe that place is my vagina.

Kidding!

It really is just an adrenaline thing.

You might be wondering "Why not OB/GYN if you are so into women's health?" 

Well, my dears, because even though I love them, I do not want to stare into vaginas all day long, it just seems boring. I would rather teach Sex Ed/Health. In fact, I would love to teach that subject. Most of my peers know almost NOTHING about their sexual/reproductive health, and we are in our early 20's. It's disheartening. 

When I retire, I'm going to teach. But... it may be too late for America by then... :/ 

• I've known since I was 3 that medicine was my calling, although originally I wanted to be a vet or a herpetologist, and then at 8 I decided I was going to become a geneticist. But that does not mean I haven't tried other things. 

I've been trained in carpentry/construction, culinary arts (and still my best friends treat me like anything I cook will result in their deaths. Gosh, mistake arsenic for powdered sugar ONE time, and they never let you forget it.), and some very basic veterinary stuff (certified veterinary assistant, right here.). But none of those things make my vagina as wet heart beat as fast as medicine. 

I had time to receive all that training because

• I dropped out of high school when I was 16. Okay, technically I was expelled, but I was going to drop out anyway. I just couldn't take it anymore, I don't like teenagers and I had a serious problem with having very little personal freedom. (Fun fact; I was suspended several times and then expelled every year from 5th -10th grade. It would probably not be wise to reveal why.) I received my GED like a week after dropping out. 

Supposedly the GED exam is very hard and made so that only 50%-70% of graduating seniors would be able to pass, but I had near perfect scores on everything but math, so that just can't be true. I'm pretty much retarded when it comes to math, btw. 

I should have just gone to college the following fall, but because I wasn't legally allowed on any of my district's campuses, I couldn't take the standardized tests required for admittance. So I went to JobCorps instead, and joined a cult. 

No, I'm not kidding. 

It was... interesting. But I was more of an observer than a participant.

Anyway, I was kicked out of JobCorps twice. So I came home, took the ACT (32!), applied to a few schools, got accepted and didn't go because of a stupid thing called 'love', got a job at a pizza place, moved to Charlotte, did a lot of fun growing up things, and applied to FMU about 2 weeks before the start of the fall semester with the rest of my class, which was '07, btw. 

So I should be graduating now, right? Right?! 

No. Wrong. I dicked around for the first half of my freshman year, and got knocked up at the end of it. Fail.

(If I hadn't assumed that Nicholas was an ovarian cyst and just sat around waiting for it to rupture, I would have aborted him. Why did I assume I had a cyst and wasn't pregnant after being sexually active? Because a.)  We were using condoms, and b.) I took 2 or 3 pregnancy tests that turned out negative. Ugh. Anyway, I love Nicholas, so it's alright.)

 Anyway, I'm going to graduate in 2013 or 2014. I really don't know. It depends on how hard it is to handle school, work and a toddler. I tried school + infant last year and it did not go so well... 

Well, whatever. I look 16 and I'm going to live forever, so if I have to take school a bit slowly because of my child, that's fine by me.

Some more interesting (maybe) facts about me 

• I have stalkerish tendencies. (Or maybe I'm just really curious.)
• I'm not an insomniac, but I am nocturnal, I have been this way for as long as I can remember (and I can remember being 20 months old...). I do sleep 6-8 hours a day, it's just that they are literally during the day.
• In 6th grade, I was expelled and sent to a private school. After a barrage of tests, I was skipped from 6th to 9th grade, but couldn't handle the math :( and the next year I was in 7th grade (the only year I wasn't expelled, come to think of it...), and back in public school. Imagine how much sooner I could have graduated if I didn't fucking suck at math! I get pissed off just thinking about it! >:(
• I'm pro-choice. Okay, that was a given.
• I have 2 older brothers, two younger stepsisters that I never see, a mother, and no father (my stepfather does not really count...). My biological father died in a motorcycle accident (that I scarily predicted) when I was 5. 

I can't think of anything else right now, because I am not very interesting, and because there are just some things I know I shouldn't reveal online.

So anyway, that's me.

Eventually I'm going to mention my other classmates, but I haven't thought up pseudonyms for them that aren't vaguely insulting. Not that I don't like them, but I was going to go with Harry Potter themed nicknames, and I can't imagine anyone would be thrilled to be called Millicent Bulstrode. 

Hermione's riding.

Right now.

I texted her to wish her luck, and she responded that she just finished her first call.

She's only been there for 17 minutes!

I honestly believe she wants this more than I do. She has an ems-related screenname on AIM, and she painted a piggy bank with the Star of Life. I would not be surprised if she had a tattoo of it somewhere on her pint-sized body.

Don't ask me why she's leaning. Maybe she's tired. Maybe she's intoxicated. Maybe I just drew this very quickly.

I've got a magical girl wand tattooed on my forearm, so you can see where my interests lie.

Just wanna heal you all with my love...

Being a paramedic seems to be her dream job. Her plan is to finish 2 years of tech school, then go to paramedic school. Or something.

('How do you know you?' you wonder. Well, Facebook surveys. And I'm nosy.)

My plans are to get my BS in Biology (only halfway there. Why did I take so much time off? I should be graduating this year), and apply to PA school or med school.

I'm only doing this because 1.) I do need some kind of backup plan, and 2.) I'm going to need 3000 hours of healthcare experience to apply to most PA schools.

Working in emergency medicine is just a bonus. I could be a CNA and get the hours, but ...ew, and no. Yeah, I don't have any better reasons. CNA-ing is all bed pans and elderly diaper duty. No thank you.

So maybe I'm not working as hard as I should because I don't want to be a paramedic. :/

It would be nice to be a paramedic, but that's a year of my life that I could be working and finishing school. It's nearly impossible to do those things in paramedic school, because most are 8-5 M-F. It isn't feasible, for me.

Oh!
How could I forget to mention this?

Doug called like an hour after that last post!

I'm riding this weekend!
 7pm-7am.
I need to re-nocturnalize myself. I don't care that it isn't a word.