So, why do we still worry and stress over every little thing so much?? I mean, come on, God is in control. I guess there is the sense that we should still do our part and check things out as well... but man... why do I bother even stressing, haha.
I stressed over the final week of class becuase I had been way too lethargic over the entire semester, as I rightly should have cause it was my own fault. I tried to pull a semi-allnighter to get things together (semi as in sleep at 11, wake up at 3) but I slept in, haha. Guess God knew that I would need the sleep more than the cramming. But sleeping in sure made me stress over my exams. :P
I stressed over the final lab exam, especially after hearing that people failed and saw people crying... and I actually went pretty tunnel-vision while doing my scenario and was still worried going back for my review.
I stressed over the fact that I havn't received any information about my provincial certification exam at the beginning of May and others had already received their schedules. I mean, the application said that if the application is late or incomplete, they won't send you anything, so I was kinda worried that maybe my dad faxed my registration to the wrong number or forgot about it or that I had filled the registration in wrong. Oh man... so, I end up calling them today and what do I find out? I'm already scheduled and it's in the mail. Sheesh. Why bother stressing, haha.
Guess I should stop stressing about getting into the EMT program next september as well. I havn't heard anything back from them yet... and they said I would probably hear back from them by early to mid april. Ack. One of my classmates got told that they were on the waiting list, so maybe the fact that I havn't been told anything is a good sign, haha, and that they're just waiting for me to get provincially certified.
Oh, and stressing out for the stretcher-lift test a month ago. Figured I wasn't going to be strong enough or something... but I glanced at my results during my interview and it was excellent in all the categories. YEAH! And I'm lucky too... a friend of mine in my class got her whole back torn out because her stupid partner decided to just give up halfway up the stairs and dropped the stretcher on her. Sigh... I feel so bad for her. All her back muscles torn because some girl gave up halfway and dropped the stretcher... now she can't even bend over to pick things up and/or even continue to be a paramedic... sigh. Why are there so many stupid people in the world?? Who the heck gives up halfway because they find it too heavy and just drops her side of the stretcher halfway up the stairs without even warning the other person. ARGH!
Wow, I thought this was going to be a nice and simple blog... guess I end up talking more and more when people don't interupt me to tease me about something. :P Anyways, time to go get an allergic reaction and cut the grasses. :P
1 comment:
What the?! You should call them up and see if your bass is done! The number is 244-5555, and just ask, "Hey, I was just wondering if I can pick up my bass from repairs."
And they'll probably say, "Have we called you?"
But be persistant, and say, "I may have missed it. It's been a month now."
Then they'll say, "Sweet cans of tuna! What's your phone number?" and they'll pull up your file and chances are, it's been done for the past 3 weeks.
If it hasn't been done by now... than something's really not right. It usually takes a week.
Let me know if they're are any more problems! Or if you want me to check personally, I'll have to grab your phone number :P
Jon.
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