Yesterday was my last day of class for spring quarter. Now just a few exams to tuck under my belt and I'm ready for a week of spring and fun. It's hard to believe that after four more quarters, they're going to let me be a nurse. A real one. One that gets paid and everything...it's going to be glorious.

In other news, I was asked to come into the UW hospital for an interview for a nurse tech position. I guess one is on the Psycho (did I mispell that on purpose or does it prove that I'm too immature to handle the people there?) floor and one on the Neuro floor. I had to look up online exactly what a neuro floor is because though I hear the words "Neuro checks" probably at least once a day- I still have a little twinge of fear that someday someone will find out that I'm not really clear on what a "neuro check" is- much less how to do one. So rather than getting through nursing school without ever really understanding what "neuro checks" are (which you could totally do) , I will try to get a job on a floor where I assume Neuro checks are all they ever do. It's noble. I know..

PS. Neuro floors are where people go when they have brain, SC related injuries and have become too stable to stay in ICU.

Imagination station

I said to myself, I miss writing. So here I am. I feel like the blogger thing is a much more mature venue for my much more insightful and mature thoughts. I mean, I am only a year away from being a full fledged nurse. I MUST have important things to say.

Among those, I just put a log on the fire that must have been filled with water because it's just hissing and spitting little water dropplets everywhere. I was thinking that it would have been great if the hissing I heard was from a snake that had been sleeping in the log and woke up to find that he was now in a pit of fire without any escape. Not that I'm into animal torture but I sure do hate snakes.

I just checked the fire- there's no snake. As I was checking, I had to think of the American Life I heard yesterday, where they did testing on children to see at what age they were able to recognize that just imagining something doesn't make it happen.

They put a box in a room with kids of different ages, then told them to imagine that there was either a puppy in the box or a monster in the box. Then they asked the kids if there was actually anythingn in the box- the kids all said no. But then the adult would leave the room, and watch the kids either move away from the box (monster) or go open the box to see if there was a puppy. They just wanted to be sure that imagining didn't make the puppy or monster real. I love that. And I love that I really did wonder if there was a snake in the fire.