I am a believer that all things work for good, which is why I wrote this blog post as part two of the experience I had on the first day of class.
First, I met one of my oldest friends in college who happens to be the Dean of the College of Nursing in the same school I am studying right now. He greeted me with this age old line: “you look older!” He has the same old humor, too. Some of his jokes I responded with my own (“oh, my, and how you’ve grown in the middle, my dear!”). We sat down and chatted for ten minutes before he was whisked off to the Faculty, doing dean-sy stuff. I miss him and the rest of my nursing classmates back in the day. I wonder how they are all faring right now. At least more than half went abroad already (to get some exotic feels in Europe, Middle East, Australia and New Zealand), some went in to get jobs nearly or absolutely unrelated to their chosen profession (insurance agent, medical representative, computer designer, call center agency manager, doctors).
Second, I met some of my college instructors and we made a long good chat about the historical gimmicks my batchmates did way back when. This part made me cry and laugh the most (and almost missed one of my classes as a result).
Third, the food in the school cafeteria is getting better. I ordered a burger with two beef patties, some coleslaw and tomatoes, with some mustard and ketchup thrown in. It tastes better than what I remember. Then again, I have a bad memory for these things.
Fourth, I realized that I can make a good exercise regimen doing these running around about, looking for the classrooms the rest of the day. I think I lost a pound somewhere off my waist from all the running up and down the stairs. Or at least I burned off the burger I ate earlier.
And finally, there is the novelty of meeting new people who are refreshingly unmedical. You, nurses and doctors, know what I mean. Most of the people I talk to with for the last few years mostly talked about poop, pee, germs, meds and whose patient got the worse case of call-itis (the tendency to call the nurse for the slightest hint of trouble). This group of people I talked with focused on topics like children, discipline and lessons. A few years of this one and I could completely forget about nursing (yeah, right). It was absorbing to the way they passionately debated on what type of teaching is most appropriate for kids. Terms like constructivism, modules and pictorial organizers flew over my head until the proverbial figurative epistaxis (nosebleed) occurred. I had to excuse myself because I could simply not understand most of the conversation.
Did I mention that I want to learn professional teaching?