Fifth Day

It was my first Saturday class today. They're 9 hours long. Oh good grief.

It was a hard day. Hard getting up, hard staying awake, and hard being around other people all day. I'm SO tired.

We learned medical assessments and briefly touched trauma assessments. All day long. If I could do it over, I would take a regularly- paced course. Everything seems so rushed, and I got caught up for a day, and suddenly I'm four chapters behind again!

Today I was running 5 minutes late. Instead of trying to find two socks in a massive pile of laundry, I thought it would be a better idea to be less late and wear flip flops (against the rules, as outlined in our student manual). But, since everything else has been so chill, I was willing to take the risk. I got to class and, as I signed in, quietly informed the teacher that I was wearing flip flops, but only because I couldn't find socks. He asked how far away I lived, I told him, and he said I should go get my shoes.

Dang it.

So, I drove home, mostly annoyed with myself and somewhat worried I'd miss important info over stupid shoes. When I got home, I dug vigorously for my socks, but only ultimately found one. So I just wore my shoes with no socks - which I should've just done in the first place.

I got back to class to see everyone taking vitals. Relieved I'd missed nothing, I sat down. The boy next to me explained that the teacher told the class to do vitals while they waited for me to get back.

I felt so bad, but was so appreciative of the unnecessary and kind gesture. I thanked my teacher for waiting for me and expressed how kind it was. He was happy to do it because he "appreciated [me] being a good sport" and because I was doing him a favor. I don't see it that way, but it was so incredibly nice whatever the case. Maybe having a chill atmosphere is a good thing for someone like me.

Time to catch up. Time is so precious these days.