I finished clinical rotations this morning and was given my final scores and evaluation from my tutors.
Overall, I scored 98%. That's an 'A' grade, and it's good enough for me.
Some of the girls in my class and I went out to eat after we were done, and before I dropped them home we went to get applications from some of the local nursing homes. I filled out 3 applications and know that, should I decide to take it, I'll be offered a job at one of them. There are some things about the place that bother me (mostly about the other staff), but if I figure that if I want to MAKE a change then I'll have to BE that change. It's got to start somewhere, so why not with me?
I AM glad to NOT be seeing one of the members of my class again, though. Atunde (not his real name) was a 30-something Nigerian immigrant who believes in men's superiority over their female minions and who took advantage of one of the mousier women in our class. He'd pester her for rides all over the place, and she gave them to him, using her Southern ettiquette as a reason to not say NO to him, despite complaining about him all the time. I finally got tired of him and his attitude this morning. We were supposed to be there at 0730, and when Atunde strolled in with his hands in his pockets at 0810, I went off.
Me: Where the fuck have you been? We've been here since 0720, waiting on you.
Him: My sister was sick.
Me: And you couldn't call to tell anyone that? Gawd knows you haven't hesitated to call any one of us when you've needed something in the past, but you couldn't call to say you'd be late? Get real. You just told this class exactly what you think of them without having to say a word: you think that our time isn't important. I got news for you - my time is just as important, if not MORE so than yours, moth......
...at that point my friend dragged me away - which was probably was a good thing. We made sure that MS Southern Belle got out of class safely WITHOUT having Atunde pester her for a ride, which was another good thing.
I'm going to enjoy being at home for a while, I think. By the time the New Year rolls around, I'll be sick of staying home and should be ready to go back to work!