So today after work I went to my grandpa's house to help with the "handicapping". There honestly wasn't too much for me to do, but I did help carry things out to the garage and cleaned out the nasty, smelly vacuum cleaner. Anyway, I asked my mom how grandpa was doing today. She said he was doing ok, and that he told her I came to visit last night. Then she told me that grandpa said I was a very intelligent young lady. Apparently he told Aunt Dawn the same thing. There's nothing like a compliment to boost both your day and your confidence.
When I got home I was able to look at my Calculus final exam online. I looked at it and called the professor. He confirmed my suspicion of the reasoning behind his failing policy. When I asked him to please change my grade he basically said no and if I was concerned about financial aid I would have to talk to the department chair. I called them and explained the situation. They said that there was nothing they could do about his policy. They did tell me that as long as I have a 2.0 GPA my financial aide won't be jeopardized. I 100% plan on appealing it even though the chair said they usually go by the syllabus. Even if I lose it will force them to look into his syllabus and policy and possible make some changes. I sure hope it does.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The Day in the Life of a Hospital Nurse
I visited my grandpa in the hospital today after work. He's scheduled to go home Friday, but a lot of things have to be done to make it safe for him before then. I'll be spending the majority of tomorrow at his house with a lot of the family to get it all done. Grandpa and I talked a lot. I meddled a little because I am trying to end the 30 year issues in the family. I'm trying to be as neutral as possible. Grandpa was surprisingly open to my meddling. I'm going to think things over for a couple days and see what I can come up with to do about it. I just want peace in the family for once...
Something very funny happened while I was at the hospital. I had been there awhile and was getting ready to leave, but I wanted to make sure he was set before I did. He had just emptied out the last of the water from the pitcher so I was trying to figure out where to go to get it filled up again. I walked up to the only nurse at the station and asked where to go to get it filled. She told me the to go to the kitchen and gave me a number. I thought it was a room number, but after walking the hall for a bit I saw the kitchen with a keypad lock on it. I thought there was no way she gave me the code, but punched it in anyway. It opened right up and I filled it up. I walked back in and told Grandpa that I thought I just got in somewhere I wasn't supposed to be due to the fact that I was wearing scrubs. I said I was going to ask my mom how they usually fill it so I would know for sure. He had a good laugh. When I talked to my mom I found out that one of the nurses usual gets some ice and a bag of water and gives it to them to put in the pitcher. Hahaha... I guess wearing scrubs makes me special. LOL!
Something very funny happened while I was at the hospital. I had been there awhile and was getting ready to leave, but I wanted to make sure he was set before I did. He had just emptied out the last of the water from the pitcher so I was trying to figure out where to go to get it filled up again. I walked up to the only nurse at the station and asked where to go to get it filled. She told me the to go to the kitchen and gave me a number. I thought it was a room number, but after walking the hall for a bit I saw the kitchen with a keypad lock on it. I thought there was no way she gave me the code, but punched it in anyway. It opened right up and I filled it up. I walked back in and told Grandpa that I thought I just got in somewhere I wasn't supposed to be due to the fact that I was wearing scrubs. I said I was going to ask my mom how they usually fill it so I would know for sure. He had a good laugh. When I talked to my mom I found out that one of the nurses usual gets some ice and a bag of water and gives it to them to put in the pitcher. Hahaha... I guess wearing scrubs makes me special. LOL!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Is it okay to hate a professor you are going to have again in the future???
I got an email today from my professor letting me know how I did. Here is what it said:
"Your score on the original final exam was 116 out of 270. Your score on the second final exam was 110 out of 270. I'm assigning a grade of 'F' -- you'll need to retake the class. Sorry it didn't work out."
Sorry my @$$!!! I had a 565/730 (a B- according to his grading system) before I took the final. When you add in the 110 that gives you 675/1000, a 67.5%. According to his grading system that is a C-. Here's the catch. Right in the syllabus it says that you have to get a 50% on the final exam to pass the class. That's right... I earned a C- but he is assigning me an F. Since it had been so long since I took Calculus I I was very concerned about my grade and how I was doing in the class. After the mid-term I was very upset and asked him if I should just retake the class. He told me retaking it would be a waste of time and that he suspected I would be getting a B in the class. What a bunch of bull. I have many problems with this whole thing AND him too.
1. How can any teacher make the final worth 27% of the grade?
2. How can you justify giving a student an F when the points say otherwise (even if he had a "normal" grading system it would still be a D+)?
3. Getting an F jeopardizes my future student loans, AND they may require me to pay back the money they gave me for that class.
4. Having to retake this class sets me back an entire year at least. I have to wait until Spring 2010 to take it again and cannot take the math classes I was signed up for. The rest of the upper level classes are only offered every 4 semesters!
5. The professor does not grade homework. He collects it for completion only and does not see if you are even on the right track. The few times I asked for help on homework in class he either brushed past it, said we were covering it in class, or told me to see him.
6. The only time he was available M-Th was when I was working or had doctor's appointments or was so tired from staying up until 4 am DOING my homework that I slept in.
Basically I think this guy is the crappiest teacher I have EVER had. I have never had anything less than an A in a math class. Sure I struggled some, but this has got to be a reflection on him too. I am so frustrated and furious about this situation. There is a voice in the back of my head that says "he's a small dude; you could take him". LOL! Even Joe told me I should kick him in the nuts. Oh, and here is the unfortunate part. I didn't devote as much time as I should have in my other two classes because I was spending soooo much time on this class. I kept telling people I was treading water in those classes. Anyway, I ended up with a B in my Education class and a B- in my Meteorology class because of it. I know those are still good grades, but I know I would've gotten A's or at least A-'s if I had done more.
After talking to two of my brothers-in-law and a couple other friends I have decided that I am going to question him on the reasoning of this "less than 50% on the final = F" policy. If he says it is because he feels like someone that cannot pass the final shouldn't be moving on I am going to beg him to give me a grade that will at least give me credit for the class and promise to take it again next Spring. He'll know if I go back on my word because the two math classes I was going to take next semester are taught by him (hence the title of the blog). If he does not agree to this or if he does it for some other stupid reason I will officially appeal the grade. There is a part of me that hopes that if it comes to that they not only side with me, but fire his butt too. That might be mean, but seriously, this guy is an awful teacher. There's still the possibility that everybody failed again since mine was the only test he graded since I took it a whole day earlier than everyone else. Part of me hopes for that because there is no way he can fail an entire class, but I don't wish bad things upon my classmates.
Anyway, I am still super mad about this whole thing even though I have a plan A and plan B. My aunt told me today that this kind of thing was one of the reasons she took karate while she was in school. She could go to her lessons and legal beat up on men and get out her frustrations. Maybe she's on to something...
"Your score on the original final exam was 116 out of 270. Your score on the second final exam was 110 out of 270. I'm assigning a grade of 'F' -- you'll need to retake the class. Sorry it didn't work out."
Sorry my @$$!!! I had a 565/730 (a B- according to his grading system) before I took the final. When you add in the 110 that gives you 675/1000, a 67.5%. According to his grading system that is a C-. Here's the catch. Right in the syllabus it says that you have to get a 50% on the final exam to pass the class. That's right... I earned a C- but he is assigning me an F. Since it had been so long since I took Calculus I I was very concerned about my grade and how I was doing in the class. After the mid-term I was very upset and asked him if I should just retake the class. He told me retaking it would be a waste of time and that he suspected I would be getting a B in the class. What a bunch of bull. I have many problems with this whole thing AND him too.
1. How can any teacher make the final worth 27% of the grade?
2. How can you justify giving a student an F when the points say otherwise (even if he had a "normal" grading system it would still be a D+)?
3. Getting an F jeopardizes my future student loans, AND they may require me to pay back the money they gave me for that class.
4. Having to retake this class sets me back an entire year at least. I have to wait until Spring 2010 to take it again and cannot take the math classes I was signed up for. The rest of the upper level classes are only offered every 4 semesters!
5. The professor does not grade homework. He collects it for completion only and does not see if you are even on the right track. The few times I asked for help on homework in class he either brushed past it, said we were covering it in class, or told me to see him.
6. The only time he was available M-Th was when I was working or had doctor's appointments or was so tired from staying up until 4 am DOING my homework that I slept in.
Basically I think this guy is the crappiest teacher I have EVER had. I have never had anything less than an A in a math class. Sure I struggled some, but this has got to be a reflection on him too. I am so frustrated and furious about this situation. There is a voice in the back of my head that says "he's a small dude; you could take him". LOL! Even Joe told me I should kick him in the nuts. Oh, and here is the unfortunate part. I didn't devote as much time as I should have in my other two classes because I was spending soooo much time on this class. I kept telling people I was treading water in those classes. Anyway, I ended up with a B in my Education class and a B- in my Meteorology class because of it. I know those are still good grades, but I know I would've gotten A's or at least A-'s if I had done more.
After talking to two of my brothers-in-law and a couple other friends I have decided that I am going to question him on the reasoning of this "less than 50% on the final = F" policy. If he says it is because he feels like someone that cannot pass the final shouldn't be moving on I am going to beg him to give me a grade that will at least give me credit for the class and promise to take it again next Spring. He'll know if I go back on my word because the two math classes I was going to take next semester are taught by him (hence the title of the blog). If he does not agree to this or if he does it for some other stupid reason I will officially appeal the grade. There is a part of me that hopes that if it comes to that they not only side with me, but fire his butt too. That might be mean, but seriously, this guy is an awful teacher. There's still the possibility that everybody failed again since mine was the only test he graded since I took it a whole day earlier than everyone else. Part of me hopes for that because there is no way he can fail an entire class, but I don't wish bad things upon my classmates.
Anyway, I am still super mad about this whole thing even though I have a plan A and plan B. My aunt told me today that this kind of thing was one of the reasons she took karate while she was in school. She could go to her lessons and legal beat up on men and get out her frustrations. Maybe she's on to something...
Monday, June 1, 2009
Summer...Finally
Well, at least it hasn't been a quite a month since my last blog. :D A month ago I only THOUGHT I was 4 days from finishing up the semester, but it turns out I only finished last Thursday. Apparently the professor made up a bomb of a test since the highest grade was a 54%. YIKES! I got a 43% which would've been a 80% if he had curved it. Unfortunately he decided that all that wanted to could take a make-up exam instead. I was grateful to have the second chance, but bummed because this would delay my "real" summer break. I didn't feel like I could dive into the growing stack of books I want to read (or re-read) until after I had taken the re-do. I spent a lot of time studying and only got 2 hours of sleep the night before. The was 17 problems and it took me 5 hours. I know that seems long, but on homework I could spend as much as 20 minutes on one problem. I'm just glad he doesn't give us a time limit. Anyway, I left the test feeling much better about it than the last one. He said we would have our grades today, but I'm not expecting a email from him this late so I guess I will just have to wait until tomorrow.
Work was crazy busy last week with us being closed on Monday for the holiday. We saw 139 patients in 2 full and 2 half days we were open. I always prefer to be busy because it makes the day go by faster. Unfortunately, we were not near as busy today and the day drug on forever! I sure hope it's better the rest the week, though tomorrow doesn't look very promising from what I saw of the schedule.
My grandpa is still in the hospital. He's in the rehab part now but he had a lot more problems than they first suspected. It will be 4 weeks Thursday since he was admitted. He is doing so much better. He actually is himself and can carry on normal conversation. He still has pneumonia and they are doing weekly scans to monitor the hematoma, but once those things clear up he will be transferred to a long-term care facility until he gets his strength back up.
Two weeks ago I had to go to the ER myself because I took a chunk out of my left ring finger with a pair of scissors when I was opening a package. I had to get a stitch. It's healed up real nicely. That is only the second time I have ever had stitches (besides my 2 ankle surgeries) and the first time was when I was 3 years old. I had fall back off of a stool and cracked my head open on the toilet. Ironically it was in the very same hospital that I went to this time. Man, I've lived here forever!
Over the weekend I spent WAY too much time on Facebook but found a whole bunch of friends from high school all the way back to before elementary school. It's been fun catching up and looking at their pictures. The only down side is that it has more than double the amount of blogs I need to keep track of. Oh well...
Work was crazy busy last week with us being closed on Monday for the holiday. We saw 139 patients in 2 full and 2 half days we were open. I always prefer to be busy because it makes the day go by faster. Unfortunately, we were not near as busy today and the day drug on forever! I sure hope it's better the rest the week, though tomorrow doesn't look very promising from what I saw of the schedule.
My grandpa is still in the hospital. He's in the rehab part now but he had a lot more problems than they first suspected. It will be 4 weeks Thursday since he was admitted. He is doing so much better. He actually is himself and can carry on normal conversation. He still has pneumonia and they are doing weekly scans to monitor the hematoma, but once those things clear up he will be transferred to a long-term care facility until he gets his strength back up.
Two weeks ago I had to go to the ER myself because I took a chunk out of my left ring finger with a pair of scissors when I was opening a package. I had to get a stitch. It's healed up real nicely. That is only the second time I have ever had stitches (besides my 2 ankle surgeries) and the first time was when I was 3 years old. I had fall back off of a stool and cracked my head open on the toilet. Ironically it was in the very same hospital that I went to this time. Man, I've lived here forever!
Over the weekend I spent WAY too much time on Facebook but found a whole bunch of friends from high school all the way back to before elementary school. It's been fun catching up and looking at their pictures. The only down side is that it has more than double the amount of blogs I need to keep track of. Oh well...
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Almost Time to Celebrate...
I officially only have 5 days of school left until summer break. Yipee!!! The bad part is that I have to fit in 4 hours of observation at Cheyenne High School and do the report write up along with another assignment and a discussion question and prepare for the in-class essay final for my education class, prepare for an exam in Meteorology on tornadoes and hurricanes for Wednesday, and the ultimate accumulative exam for Calculus 2. I know this week is going to uber-stressful, but then I can relax and get back to reading all the books that I've been collecting for my summer break.
My mom's been out of the hospital and is doing fine. We got good news that the state medical board is calling the doctor that abandoned my mom in front of them to answer the allegations. They said that their investigation has warranted this action. This will happen in the coming months and I really hope that the outcome is in my mom's favor.
There has been a great scare with my grandpa. The short version of the story is that he has fallen several times and had a subdural hematoma bad enough that it has affected many aspects of his health. He is in the hospital and it was very scary there for a while, but he is doing better and is being transferred to a long-term care facility so that he can regain his strength and be able to be on his own again. He just turned 80 last week and was still working up until he went into the hospital.
Anyway, all in all things are going pretty well if I can just get through the next week or so...
My mom's been out of the hospital and is doing fine. We got good news that the state medical board is calling the doctor that abandoned my mom in front of them to answer the allegations. They said that their investigation has warranted this action. This will happen in the coming months and I really hope that the outcome is in my mom's favor.
There has been a great scare with my grandpa. The short version of the story is that he has fallen several times and had a subdural hematoma bad enough that it has affected many aspects of his health. He is in the hospital and it was very scary there for a while, but he is doing better and is being transferred to a long-term care facility so that he can regain his strength and be able to be on his own again. He just turned 80 last week and was still working up until he went into the hospital.
Anyway, all in all things are going pretty well if I can just get through the next week or so...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Yeah, yeah... I'm a Slacker
I started a blogg back a couple months ago and never posted it. It's so old I don't think anything is even relavent anymore, so I guess I'll do a short and quick one since I should be going to bed.
Life's been stressful lately. Sure seems like I complain about that a lot. I'm taking 3 classes this semester. The one that takes up most of my time is Calculus 2. I waited 6 years after Calculus 1 to take the next class. Very stupid on my part. In the beginning I spent almost 8 hours a day on my homework which meant I got 4 hours or less of sleep each night. Luckily it's been better now that we are half way through, but I am doubtful if I will end the semester with an A. I suppose I can live with a B, but it might hurt a little. LOL!
The worst part right now is that my mom is in the hospital. This is the second time in 6 months she's been there. The first time she had her gallbladder out, but there were a lot of things that kept her from getting it done right away so she spent almost a week there. She's had some complications since then which the butt-head of a doctor she had refused to see her for a follow-up because of her bill (which they were in the process of making payment arrangements) without any warning. Needless to say we have filed a complaint with the state medical board. Anyway, she is back in the hospital for the same issues that the doctor refused to treat. Hopefully she gets to come home tomorrow, but I hope they don't let her out until this is resolved once and for all. I really hope Dr. Butt-head gets in a lot of trouble for abandoning her in a time of continued need.
Blah, blah, blah... So much for it being short. Well, off to bed now.
Life's been stressful lately. Sure seems like I complain about that a lot. I'm taking 3 classes this semester. The one that takes up most of my time is Calculus 2. I waited 6 years after Calculus 1 to take the next class. Very stupid on my part. In the beginning I spent almost 8 hours a day on my homework which meant I got 4 hours or less of sleep each night. Luckily it's been better now that we are half way through, but I am doubtful if I will end the semester with an A. I suppose I can live with a B, but it might hurt a little. LOL!
The worst part right now is that my mom is in the hospital. This is the second time in 6 months she's been there. The first time she had her gallbladder out, but there were a lot of things that kept her from getting it done right away so she spent almost a week there. She's had some complications since then which the butt-head of a doctor she had refused to see her for a follow-up because of her bill (which they were in the process of making payment arrangements) without any warning. Needless to say we have filed a complaint with the state medical board. Anyway, she is back in the hospital for the same issues that the doctor refused to treat. Hopefully she gets to come home tomorrow, but I hope they don't let her out until this is resolved once and for all. I really hope Dr. Butt-head gets in a lot of trouble for abandoning her in a time of continued need.
Blah, blah, blah... So much for it being short. Well, off to bed now.
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