After One Year

Early morning.. "Karon najud, thank you!"

The day we've been waiting for is finally here. After hearing overloads of chikas about the experiences of our seniors at Cebu, we'll finally experience ours. We've been told about names of famous psyche patients, one month dorm life, ortho-neuro exposure, shopping at SM and Ayala, Cebu tour and most of all nightlife. Peke man dire sa Iligan gud. True! True!

But in reality, we were there to study and apply what we have learned in our Psyche theory. Again, application of our learnings which means there'll be limited time for "laag" and unlimited time for doing requirements and studying. Argghhhh!

Oh well this is nursing student's life and I'm at the point of no return. I have to study or else I'll suffer the consequences.

High School-ish

I am missing high school! So what I did was I locked myself inside my crib and tearfully laughed at our yearbook. Everything inside the yearbook was memorable and special. I miss my old friends but I don't miss my high school love. Hahaha! High school made me realize a lot of things, that I'm not a girl anymore but still not yet a woman. I'm singing Britney's here. Hahaha! Or maybe all I really wanted to say about high school is "I miss you terribly and you're a totally once in a lifetime!"

I was able to visit the once dilapidated edifice of MSU-IIT-IDS last semestral break. Grrrr! I promised myself not to but then again Maureen would always force me to do so. Hmmmm let me share to you an excerpt of what really our yearbook is. This is found on page 87 and I'm proud to say that this is an Applied student testimony. Hahaha! Enjoy!
Grammar - is very imortant to make a good conversation... but sometimes, Wrong Grammar can make an even better conversation and only the Applied can understand: one is the Gay Language, and the other are our secret codes. We also learned that baby frogs are called "tadpools" and other "speeshes" of wild animals. We will never forget that "when you toos a cowen, der are towe probabeletes, head, tel, head, tel" BWAHAHAHA!!! If you don't understand, here's the interpretation (when you toss a coin, there are two probabalities, head, tail, head, tail) and if you don't understand "don't worry, I'll explain you later" Bwahaha! And if you still can't understand "I would like to ask your apologize" Bwahaha! And oh! If you are on research, I suggest you log on to www.google.google.com Bwahaha! Just a taste of what I mean [with] wrong grammar.

I don't care if you don't find it funny. Hahaha! Patikim pa lang 'yan.

With Our Beloved Jet

We all thought that this day will be our last meeting, so we ended up taking some photos for memorabilia. But I guess we still have one more day. The class is small but the people composing it are so loud. Hahaha! You want some living proof? He is in the person of Jethro, our Pysche instructor. How I will miss the fun (kiddin' time, double meaning jokes, stupidity, my MCS moments and the like) we have had. Hmmm! Hope to bump them soon on the road of life as a journey! **Peace out!! :)

Blessed and Cursed

I have had a great aftie. I approached my clinical instructor in Disturbances in Metabolism regarding my grades and saw it so satisfying. OMG! I was kind of flattered ( since I took the thought positively LOL) when he said that "Ms. Paulo, akala ko mag-tatop notch ka na." Like duh, he was really expecting from me. But at least, in any other way I passed the most difficult theory this semester. And I ain't aiming for the unreachable star. I just want a passing mark but how blessed I am for I have received more than what I expected. Thank God! Still my shillyshally character is governing me. What will happen to my barely 8 month date with my nursing books? Ahhhh realizations again. Oh c'mon!! I want to make right move! I feel like I'm cursed. Help me out from this hell!

Van the Great

A Tribute: Thank you for the wonderful oral revalida experience. We have learned a lot from you and that will always be remembered. LOL. Do you have an idea who he really is? Personally, I don't know him that much. Except for the fact that he is our clinical instructor. And according to my sources, he has always been the most charming guy in our nursing school. And not to forget the hopeless romantic girls who were always wishing to own his heart. Too bad girls, he's taken but you thank God for he's not yet married. I encountered him first in one of those case sharing days and our emergency unit duty. He's nice, really. He gave us the chance of experiencing our desire: becoming a nurse. I guess he isn't a jinx too, haha! You want a proof? Hmmm, we just have about 15 cases in one emergency unit blocking. LOL, that is a good record for one shift in MHS-ER Unit history. Oh well, I guess I shouldn't say more about him. If you wanna know him, just proceed to MSH-ER and beware. *winks! Someone is watching over you and your moves.

Hardcore Debaters

I was one of the ladies in the house, as their accurate and reliable time-keeper. Being part of the Literary Event facilitators was such a nice job for me, for I was benefited. All I know before was how to play and score volleyball. I only find fun under the heat of the sun. I was so loud before; I did shouting, growling, bragging to the extent of behaving like a boy. And now the volleyball player has transformed into a refined one. I was tasked to do the paperworks and the like. How happy and scared I was for it was my first time to facilitate such event and what's worse is that I was assigned as the timekeeper in the debate competition. And you know what's the funny thing about it? It's just that I really have no idea on what to do. I've witnessed such event but I didn't know that it is so complicated. Luckily, my foster brother was kind enough to discuss with me about it's mechanics and matters. With that, it gave me a broader view and sense about what debate really is. I have had an eerie experience too. Is it kind of peculiar feeling when the debaters would recognize you together with the adjudicators? I was flattered, really. Poor soul. Like was I really reliable? I think twice and please do that too. I have met some of the debaters, especially those who have reached the final round. They were really brilliant. Oh! I so love their mind! For it wasn't marred with conventional thoughts and theories, unlike my boyfriend.
 

The champions and the adjudicators.
 

Anyway, what I just hope is that a debating society in Mindanao Sanitarium and Hospital College will be realized in the near future. We have brilliant students and of course, mentors: Mr. Omar Hussien and Mr. Toto Pagdato and not to mention our very own clinical instructors who were hardcore debaters way back in their time. So I guess there is no known excuse in here. Please make it happen.

Turon, You Are Being Missed

A schoolmate sent me an email just this morning about the turon story which was published at INQUIRER.net that was submitted by a former IDS student. The turon store is non-existent during my highschool years. I nosily confirmed it with my cousin since she's 9 years older than me. How sad for it's really true. I'm quite unlucky for I haven't grabbed the chance of tasting and savouring the claimed-to-be heaven's turon. By the way, for those who doesn't have an idea of what turon is: it is a banana with a slice of jack fruit in it and wrapped with a lumpia paper. It is fried on hot oil and mixed with brown sugar. This is one of the Pinoy's favorite merienda. Yum yum yum! And oh not to forget, my fave professor is mentioned too! I love it!

The following link will take you to INQUIRER.net : Heaven-in-Iligan Click here!!!

The author is Renelaine Bontol Pfister, 27, lives in New Jersey and works as a physical therapist.