Mourning Loss of Canned Tuna
I hate Mondays.
This one especially.
Not only do I have a week of school to not look forward to, but I have ten nine important tests from now until December 2nd. One or two a week. Not only that, but on Friday my group at school is hopping over to the Dental College to "assist" the 3rd and 4th year Dental students. Apparently we do charting, assisting, and get to watch oral surgery be preformed. Let's just say I'm less than enthusiastic over the entire prospect.
Now, today was an okay day. At least, it started that way. My group started our pre-clinical Polish and Fluoride - we started actually using the RDH hand-piece to polish teeth (the mannequin's). As with all things, we watch a demonstration, practice, then we're evaluated. We started with the maxillary (top) positions, were evaluated (which I did fine at), then moved on actually using the RDH and prophy paste (the icky tooth paste) and using proper movements. My group was given five of the ten dental chairs to work in which the group in Dental Dam had the other five. There's ten of us, so two to a chair.
My partner is... not the brightest. I try to ignore the fact that she talks to herself while she's working, but she takes her sweet time. Anyways, I end up being last to be evaluated and it's five minutes to four. The class was dismissed five minutes before hand and it was only myself and my partner, plus the teacher, there. This particular teacher makes me nervous. She's not around as much as the other teachers, so I tend to shake whenever I'm being evaluated. Shaking + polishing teeth = bad combination. While practising I thought I was doing rather well, but with her watching I made silly mistakes, including sliding off the tooth because I was shaking from nerves.
In the end I get checked off, but with a note mentioning to use a faster speed while polishing, work on not sliding off the teeth and not actually stopping the RDH when switching teeth. When we get to doing the mandibular teeth (bottom) she may ask me to do the top again just to see how I'm doing. Sigh.
Good news, though, I got 100% on my deciduous charting test. :D
In non-school related topics, Winnipeg's Comic Con is this weekend. I'm going with Jeff, though he messaged me earlier saying he had plan that he has yet to elaborate about.
He and I are still dating. Three months on the 28th. Apparently he likes me, heh. Can't imagine why. :P
Along with that I've had a cellphone for nearly three months as well. I didn't think I'd get into the habit, but I've been trying to not text so much. It's not that I do it a lot to begin with, and I only really text Jeff. I just don't want to be annoying. So, I've decided that I'm only going to text if someone has messaged me first. What makes me sad, though, is that I don't get a lot of messages to begin with. Besides Jeff occasionally, the only person who texts me is BEWDS and she lives in New Mexico, so she sends her messages to my email, and I don't carry my laptop around with me. :P
Oh well, woe is me and all that.
What is major woe, though, is that my dad ate my last can of tuna. I went through the entire day silently looking forward to having that tuna when I got home. Of course this Monday had to kick me while I was down (still sorta shaking from that evaluation, grr), and have the can not where it was where I had left it. Of course today of all days my dad had to have a hankering for tuna.
Bah. I want tuna.
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This one especially.
Not only do I have a week of school to not look forward to, but I have ten nine important tests from now until December 2nd. One or two a week. Not only that, but on Friday my group at school is hopping over to the Dental College to "assist" the 3rd and 4th year Dental students. Apparently we do charting, assisting, and get to watch oral surgery be preformed. Let's just say I'm less than enthusiastic over the entire prospect.
Now, today was an okay day. At least, it started that way. My group started our pre-clinical Polish and Fluoride - we started actually using the RDH hand-piece to polish teeth (the mannequin's). As with all things, we watch a demonstration, practice, then we're evaluated. We started with the maxillary (top) positions, were evaluated (which I did fine at), then moved on actually using the RDH and prophy paste (the icky tooth paste) and using proper movements. My group was given five of the ten dental chairs to work in which the group in Dental Dam had the other five. There's ten of us, so two to a chair.
My partner is... not the brightest. I try to ignore the fact that she talks to herself while she's working, but she takes her sweet time. Anyways, I end up being last to be evaluated and it's five minutes to four. The class was dismissed five minutes before hand and it was only myself and my partner, plus the teacher, there. This particular teacher makes me nervous. She's not around as much as the other teachers, so I tend to shake whenever I'm being evaluated. Shaking + polishing teeth = bad combination. While practising I thought I was doing rather well, but with her watching I made silly mistakes, including sliding off the tooth because I was shaking from nerves.
In the end I get checked off, but with a note mentioning to use a faster speed while polishing, work on not sliding off the teeth and not actually stopping the RDH when switching teeth. When we get to doing the mandibular teeth (bottom) she may ask me to do the top again just to see how I'm doing. Sigh.
Good news, though, I got 100% on my deciduous charting test. :D
In non-school related topics, Winnipeg's Comic Con is this weekend. I'm going with Jeff, though he messaged me earlier saying he had plan that he has yet to elaborate about.
He and I are still dating. Three months on the 28th. Apparently he likes me, heh. Can't imagine why. :P
Along with that I've had a cellphone for nearly three months as well. I didn't think I'd get into the habit, but I've been trying to not text so much. It's not that I do it a lot to begin with, and I only really text Jeff. I just don't want to be annoying. So, I've decided that I'm only going to text if someone has messaged me first. What makes me sad, though, is that I don't get a lot of messages to begin with. Besides Jeff occasionally, the only person who texts me is BEWDS and she lives in New Mexico, so she sends her messages to my email, and I don't carry my laptop around with me. :P
Oh well, woe is me and all that.
What is major woe, though, is that my dad ate my last can of tuna. I went through the entire day silently looking forward to having that tuna when I got home. Of course this Monday had to kick me while I was down (still sorta shaking from that evaluation, grr), and have the can not where it was where I had left it. Of course today of all days my dad had to have a hankering for tuna.
Bah. I want tuna.
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