Hi! I know it has been ages since I did a blog post because I am so pretty tied up with my latest turn of events. Rest assured I am coping just fine and in a good shape.
My daily routine consist mainly of waking up way too early in the morning, prepping the kids for school and rushing my self to catch an early bus so I won’t be late for my lectures. Yes. You heard it right and I am saying it again. Lectures. I am attending eight hours worth of Medical Technology lectures at least three to four times in a week.
Lectures. It is part of the career upgrade that I am taking. We call it a review or a refresher course and believe me I need it badly. So, how was I coping up? Well, the first couple of days was so stressful as I seem to be clueless of what I am doing. Have you ever been in that scenario where every topic is familiar yet you can’t identify which is which? It made me ask myself how I coped being a student. One thing that really gave me a hard time was taking down notes. I almost forgot how studying requires a high speed talent of hand writing. I checked my notes at the end of the day and I was like “What the hell did I wrote?” Medical lectures are always packed with scientific names, anatomy parts and chemical compositions consists of words having a minimum of two to as much as thirty alphabets in a word. My spelling suck so bad that even the abbreviations that I am so used to writing before appears like aliens to me. I can’t understand most of the words that I wrote. I told myself, how come I am so good at this before? My notes in college were neat and complete and of course, very legible.
I pretty much adjusted to this new routine that I have. I am the only review student who is around past 30’s. The other “kids” in class were fresh from college and I feel so intimidated. Ha!Ha! They were so hyper active during discussions and interact so easily. They are even so aggressive that they want pre-test and post quizzes every day! Oh so confident!
To sum it all, I am having a blast! I was away from the field long enough and it is just about time to start creeping back. I met new young friends, or should I say colleagues. Their enthusiasm and hunger for learning is contagious and I am looking at it as a good sign. My loving husband is very supportive to which it is inspiring me more. I am hopeful to succeed with this challenge. Paired with my faith, I am positive that nothing can go wrong.
The teacher was not around during the incident as she has to attend to another class . No substitute teachers available to cover the victim’s and suspects’ class where the teacher happens to be absent. School guards and other concerned teachers rushed the student to the hospital as soon as their attention was being alerted by other classmates witnessing the incident. Sadly, the hospital team wasn’t able to revive him. According to the doctor, the victim suffered bruises on the head, concussions and hemorrhage as a result from the fall but couldn’t be the reason for the death as the victims body showed that heavy impact on manual strangulation was the main cause of death.
So, for him to start making up reasons and lying to me just to avoid attending class is something serious. I mentioned the four names on my notes A*,B*,C*,D* to the teacher and asked what seems to be my son’s problem. Quickly she told me that there is nothing wrong with Wine aside from the obvious problem(not writing on notes when asked) and confess that those four names actually belong to the same kid. A*B*C* as his first ,second and surname respectively and D* being the nickname that he is usually being called in class. SURPRISE and relieved that somehow my son was not fighting almost the entire male classmates as I have been thinking after all. Intrigued, I listened to the teacher’s explanation and apologies on the matter. I told her that I understand and I am not going to interfere with any of the Guidance Department’s protocol on their students. Continuing with our conversation, she told me that she has already talked to the mother of the said student and matters has been brought to her attention as well. She said too , that this kid is the problem student of the class and Wine is not the first student who thinks about not wanting to go to school anymore because of A*B*C*D*. Ending our conference, I expressed my hopes that they will be able to figure out and conduct an action before anything serious will happen, hoping that they will not wait for more parents to come to them for the same purpose I did. 
