First of all, the "classroom" is tiny. I'm talking hardly any room to breathe in. Second, the teacher is a laid-back type. A "cool" teacher = expect disorganization.
I don't want to barely pass, I want to be a great EMT. The most inspiring people, to me, are the ones who are good at what they do. They're passionate.
Anyway, that got me really worried. And then I could hardly speak, I was so anxious. I considered quitting, but realized I could brave through the next year and then get a job I love, or try to go back to mortuary school - so many hurdles. Besides, this is way more useful!
I need 100 sets of vitals by the end of the program. It's utter lunacy. I remember trying to squeak in 50 for CNA school, how can I possibly get 100?!
Life is hard, but the hard things can be worth it, folks.
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