Teacup.

Having to memorize disease-causing bacteria is fine. However, when you have to memorize their Latin name, symptoms, diagnosis and common name…it’s a bit…challenging. But it’s really off-putting when there is 3 whole pages of it to remember. *head/desk* Imagine…

Spirochetes “Helical [Corkscrew-shaped, motile]”
- Trepomena pallidum – …Syphilis…later damage to internal organs, including CNS[central nervous system].

Gram-negative aerobes
- Neisseria spp. N. meningitidis …respiratory tract…cause infectious meningitis and/or gangrene. Strain B:4:PI.4…bacterial meningitis…N. gonorrhea…STD gonorrhoea.

And it goes on for another 2¾ on an A4 page.

The test is tomorrow.

So I called up the Auckland University and Massey University requesting more information regarding the nursing program. Here’s a picture of both their prospectus on it.

It’s not too shabby. I mean, they did design it with the thought of “must lure students in” at the back of their mind. Massey went one step further than they have to by including a registration form booklet. Yes, pardon the mistake. It wasn’t a form or a couple of sheets. It’s a whole booklet. Take a look below.

I swear, the booklet is 25 pages minus front and back cover. But oh! Here’s a relief from writing on 25 pages straight. There’s four pages allocated for two character referee reports. I actually looked through the booklet twice to make sure it wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t. Damn. It’s going to be a mission just trying to fill out the application booklet. And two character referees?

They clearly state in the booklet that the referees should not be a close relative, close friends or flatmates. The referees should have known me for at least one year in the “capacity of employer, educator or personal character reference”. My current boss is an arse so he’s out the window. I’m not close to any of my educators cause frankly, I just want to ba– let’s not go down that road. So that option is out the window as well. That leaves…personal character reference. My question is, how does one qualify as a personal character reference in the first place?

Urgh. It’s so frustrating. Do you know the worst part? I still haven’t made up my mind whether I want to do nursing or not. This indecisiveness of mine is the thing that is really pissing me off.

Also, I feel extremely lethargic again lately. I think my iron levels are low again. I just can’t pull myself up in the mornings, I don’t have the energy to stay awake during the day or to participate in any activities really. I’ll try taking those iron tablets again. Maybe it’ll cure this.

Do you know what I hate? Stupid lying fuckers that affect me. Especially other university students taking the same course as me.

University started this week and we’re supposed to be signing up for lab courses. I signed up for a lab stream at 11AM as my first choice. But I got allocated to another stream which is at a slightly shittier time. I won’t be so fucked if I was late at signing up. BUT I WAS ONE OF THE FIRST. My name was within the first ten boxes! And I see names much further down the list stating they have to have this stream as it’s their “only choice”. Only choice my ass. More like they were being late and lazy fuckers.

Another example, last term Biology equity tutorials. These were optional but “priority will be given to students who have not done Biology before or are struggling”. I fit BOTH criterias down to the T. My name was in the first half of the sign-up page. Did Not Get In. Yet I know that there were students who HAVE DONE Biology right up ’till college, gotten an excellent grade in the subject, who got in this equity tutorial. It’s just fucking bullshit. Priority? What priority.

These sort of thing pisses me off. Immensely. Maybe next time I’ll just be like them assholes and state it’s “my only choice”. Then maybe they’ll know how annoying it is…

Today was my first day back at university. I had two classes which was Human Biology and the other was Diseases & Immunization…something like that. It was quite OK. Though the lecturer for the latter class has such a damn sexy accent. Makes me want to crawl really, in a good way. XD

After the lectures, I think I commited one social no-no. Talking loudly on the phone. I normally don’t get unexpected calls [except for the time where my number was mistakenly printed in a porn newspaper, not shitting you], but it turned out to be my uncle who wanted me to babysit my cousins [they are a story for another day].

So I walked out of the store and onto the busy street. I could barely hear half the things my uncle was saying because it was so loud. This resulted in me talking out loud. Which is a big no-no. I think it’s just reflex that if you can’t hear, you talk louder. But it doesn’t make sense that you should talk louder when you actually can’t hear. And on top of that embarassing display, I was making hand gestured even though my uncle is at least 15KM away from me. I noticed a few passer-bys looking at me strangly, but I couldn’t really pay attention because I had to concentrate on listening on the phone.

After the call ended, I asked my friend, “I was talking really loud, wasn’t I?” She could just nod her head. So embarassing. Must talk softer next time! Practice, practice, practice!

Another no-no I think I did today was not acknowledging a regular customer at the restaurant I work at on the train. But I have a reason! Thing is, I don’t know him on a personal level. I only know him from work. “Know him at work” means that I recognize that he came in to the restaurant previous times. That’s it. I don’t make small talk with ANYONE, because I hate it. So I know nothing about him. With that, he is classified as a stranger to me. But I feel bad because he recognizes me and probably wants to have a little chat but I hate it and I don’t know him so I refuse to look at him! *sigh* I wish he knew me smiling away at the restaurant is my “customer service” personality. It’s not the real me. The real me is as anti-social as they come…does anyone have this problem?

I’ve started cross-stitching. It’s a rocket bookmark.