Oh Dear God.
What have I gotten myself in to.
In class tonight:
Instructor: “Okay, so let’s say that a Nurse issues you the task of getting a resident ready for lunch. The resident isn’t your patient, and you were getting ready to walk out the door for lunch yourself. What do you do? Do you refuse the task?”
Extremely young student: “OH HELL NAW, I got to eat my lunch! It’s not even my patient!”
Instructor: *blank stare*
Epi: “That’s not going to make you very popular.”
Extremely young student: “What? It’s LUNCH!” (She pauses when she realizes the class has gone silent.) “Well shoot, I don’t care. I gotta eat. Shooot… Not even my patient.” (She starts mumbling under her breath)
Instructor: “Someone else want to answer this one?”
The class is only three weeks long. I fear for my sanity already.
