*snarl*
Be warned, fair webslingers, for herein I recount a tale of whiney frustration having mainly to do with academic nonsense....
Chapter 1, In Which Jake Prepares
So it's a few months ago, and I ask my clinical supervisor at the time, (we have to take clinical hours each quarter, basically I'm an intern, except even more lowly than that, because I needs must be supervised and co-signed on everything I do) "Hey, I've been looking around for PMHNP's to work with for Summer, no luck yet, though..." My professor looks shocked, "Oh no, you don't need to do that, that's our job! Let us find your placement, don't worry, there'll be enough to go around." I am relieved. "Great!"
Chapter 2, In Which Jake is Academically Orphaned
Every single pediatric clinical professor in the School of Nursing quits, within the same 6 month timeframe. Every. Single. One. (Was it a full scale walkout? Is it possible that losing 4 staff, an entire department, can happen just coincidentally?) Consequently, I lose one advisor, am assigned to another, tills she quits, then another, till she quits. Now I find myself in limbo, no advisor, not even sure who'll do my clinical supervision next quater as there are no profs to do it!
Chapter 3, In Which Jake is Placed with a Foster Advisor
I'm picked up by a professor I've never met before, as I enter my senior year, the academic equivalent of showing up with all my stuff in a garbage bag, trying to find the bathroom and wondering when curfew is. Still, I'm assured a clinical placement for Summer is forthcoming.
Chapter 4, In Which Jake is Screwed
Week one of the summer quarter finds me without a clinical placement. So does week 2. My foster advisor promises, "I'm looking really hard for a placement for you, I've already sent out 2 emails." Wow. 2 whole emails? I'm forced to drop a credit, putting me in financial aid probation for being one credit under full time. Week 3 begins with my first placement finally... at a place all the way out in fucking Salem. I drive to Corvallis x2 a week, and now it seems I'll be driving to Salem x2 a week as well. When I arrive at the placement, they're nice and all, but turns out that my second day there they announce that the PMHNP I was to work with is not having any students this quarter. Great. Just great. I try to scramble for a new placement, one that's, like, less than 40 miles away and has a prescriber I can be supervised by and learn under. I then get a letter from my foster advisor rebuking me for looking, since I should be grateful that they took me in at the Salem facility. I am very much afraid I may need to fire the incompetent cogknocker.
The End
Chapter 1, In Which Jake Prepares
So it's a few months ago, and I ask my clinical supervisor at the time, (we have to take clinical hours each quarter, basically I'm an intern, except even more lowly than that, because I needs must be supervised and co-signed on everything I do) "Hey, I've been looking around for PMHNP's to work with for Summer, no luck yet, though..." My professor looks shocked, "Oh no, you don't need to do that, that's our job! Let us find your placement, don't worry, there'll be enough to go around." I am relieved. "Great!"
Chapter 2, In Which Jake is Academically Orphaned
Every single pediatric clinical professor in the School of Nursing quits, within the same 6 month timeframe. Every. Single. One. (Was it a full scale walkout? Is it possible that losing 4 staff, an entire department, can happen just coincidentally?) Consequently, I lose one advisor, am assigned to another, tills she quits, then another, till she quits. Now I find myself in limbo, no advisor, not even sure who'll do my clinical supervision next quater as there are no profs to do it!
Chapter 3, In Which Jake is Placed with a Foster Advisor
I'm picked up by a professor I've never met before, as I enter my senior year, the academic equivalent of showing up with all my stuff in a garbage bag, trying to find the bathroom and wondering when curfew is. Still, I'm assured a clinical placement for Summer is forthcoming.
Chapter 4, In Which Jake is Screwed
Week one of the summer quarter finds me without a clinical placement. So does week 2. My foster advisor promises, "I'm looking really hard for a placement for you, I've already sent out 2 emails." Wow. 2 whole emails? I'm forced to drop a credit, putting me in financial aid probation for being one credit under full time. Week 3 begins with my first placement finally... at a place all the way out in fucking Salem. I drive to Corvallis x2 a week, and now it seems I'll be driving to Salem x2 a week as well. When I arrive at the placement, they're nice and all, but turns out that my second day there they announce that the PMHNP I was to work with is not having any students this quarter. Great. Just great. I try to scramble for a new placement, one that's, like, less than 40 miles away and has a prescriber I can be supervised by and learn under. I then get a letter from my foster advisor rebuking me for looking, since I should be grateful that they took me in at the Salem facility. I am very much afraid I may need to fire the incompetent cogknocker.
The End