Tuesday, May 5, 2015

You just can't make this shit up ...

Initials have been altered to protect the ... meh, I did it just because. Eff it.

OK so after having failed NRS233 Fall semester 2015, I took a semester off because this fail hit me really REALLY hard. I KNOW I should've passed. I KNOW it!! I'm still trying to wrap my head around losing 18 points on exam 5 (74 to 56 ... which the instructor claims was a "transcription error" *blankest of stares*). After passing the poster presentation with 100, I only needed 2.5 points to pass (passing is 75, I was at 72.5 ... they round up). I then lost 5 points on the final. Wait. What??? HUH??? I. Just. Don't. Get. It.

The final was a 100 question exam; 50 med-surg/50 psychiatric nursing questions... so you mean to tell me that I got 41 questions wrong? You tryna tell me that I bombed THAT bad on med-surg? But my med-surg clinical instructor (and every other clinical instructor I've had since semester 1) said that I was clinically sound and this particular instructor trusted me enough to D/C THREE IVs without supervision??? Or are you tryna say I sucked at psych that bad?? But I passed clinical (that instructor ALSO said I was clinically sound and a pleasure to work with), my last psych exam was an 80 AND I handed in a well written opinion piece on "The New Asylum" documentary.


Naw, son. That ain'teem possible! I was angry ... depressed. I lost all drive to move forward in this nursing journey. I seriously went through all 5 stages of the Kubler-Ross model. Twice. You could've used an abacus, Chinese math, a Texas Instruments calculator, fingers, toes ... hell, the Antikythera Mechanism. Shit just didn't add up ...

1 + 1 = rice pudding. Wait, no. 1 + 1 = seashells. No no NO!! 1 + 1 = 3.14159265359. SHIT!!!! See?

After I got myself together, I went to the program administrator (Prof. M) (this was the beginning of January ... a week before the new semester started). She was a former clinical instructor so she knew me ... and my work. I sat with her and she told me no, I couldn't re-enter the evening program (NRS233) because I had repeated NRS108 previously. "I have to be fair to everyone". Fine. I ask her what my next step is and she says I can come into the LPN program, semester 3, since I've already passed my first year RN. I'd have to get approval from the head of the department (Dr. E). I Went to Dr. E's office as soon as I left Prof. M. I explained to Dr. E what I needed and her secretary gave a call to the LPN program director, Prof. L, explaining that she had an RN student that needed to get into the LPN program. He was all "sure, yes, send her down to me"...

So I get to his office (this is all within 45 minutes mind you) and introduce myself. We chat and he says to me you shouldn't have a problem getting into LPN. I'll just need your test-offs from 108 (side note: you cant move on to each semester in nursing unless you pass, among a multitude of other criteria, the hands on skills test offs (in my case, tracheostomy suctioning/care, IV administration, wound care and Foley catheter insertion and removal) (which I had), plus your ATI score because you must achieve a minimum of Level 2 (which I did ... was just a matter of printing it out). He said he'd also need a letter of intent to apply to LPN to put in my file. Fine! I'm in LOL

Fast forward to March. I follow up with Prof. L over the phone after sending him my letter of intent. This is where the shit gets wonky and I'm side-eyeing this whole operation. He proceeds to tell me that I'll need to take the ATI all over again PLUS re-do the hands on test offs. Da fuq? <this is where I bite my tongue and politely explain that that wasn't what he told me in January ... to which he  was like "well that's the way it is" *needle scratches over vinly record* Wooo and saaaah. I make another appointment with Dr. E (you see where this is going, right?) Soooooo ... The meeting with Dr. E lasted 3 minutes with her telling me that it's policy that students test into this program. (Um ... but I already passed all the requirements needed. *blank stare*)

So now I wait for the email from Prof L as to when we take this exam/test off. I get the email and it's in THAT email that he casually mentions make sure you see the front desk secretary for the form to take to the bursar's office to pay for the exam.


Now I'm seething. SEETHING. Ain't nobody got tahm fa alladat! So again, I bite my tounge (it's a wonder I have any left SMH) I scrape together the fee, take the exams and pass. So now I'm in LPN103

Now that ya'll are up to date (LOL), I'm gonna be documenting this LPN journey, because ... well, call me Conspiracy Chick, but ... *sigh*

Ya'll be easy.

~z

Monday, December 19, 2011

My journey begins...

So you all know that I'm working my way into the nursing program at Essex County College. It's been a journey because when I started ECC Jan. 2010, I was a Social Science major concentrating in Psychology. Halfway through, something hit me. I was getting bored (real talk) with this major and I didn't feel like it was going to get me far once I graduated. I didn't want it to be like my Chubb education (3.94 GPA in Network Administration & Security and haven't used nair bit of it *sigh*)

So June 2011, I spoke with the counselor to inquire about nursing. I was thinking about becoming an LPN then matriculating to RN. I'm so glad this particular counselor was honest. He told me straight up that if I were 20 years younger he'd recommend that, but since I'm coming out of a certain salary level he couldn't in good conscience recommend the LPN program since they really don't make a lot of money (the NEW LPNs...not the "vets")

So...I head down to the nursing department and was given an application. I look over said application and I'm elated that I've completed all the general education requirements needed while I was a SocSci major (English 101/2, History, Sociology, Psychology). I just had to complete the prerequisites for the nursing program (English 102, Math 092, Chemistry, Anatomy & Physiology). Even better that I'd only need to complete Chem & A&P.

I'm in the middle of Summer 1 classes when I finally make the decision to switch majors. It was then that I find out that if I had taken Chem and A&P during the Summer, I could have sat for the PAX in Sept (2011) and been accepted to the Jan 2012 evening program. I missed the add/drop date by 2 weeks. I was a bit annoyed at myself for procrastinating, but at that point what could I do? I had no choice but to register for Chem & A&P for the Fall. This pushed my entrance into the nursing program out a YEAR!!!

Initially, I was really upset, but then I got to thinking?

...to be continued.

Friday, December 9, 2011

That NeoSoul Brothah

I wrote this for a certain someone I was dating at the time. Turns out, my description of him would be someone I could wake up next to...provided he's gainfully employed, with medical/dental benefits, a solid 401(k) and a vehicle LMAO! Enjoy!




He’s that type of guy...hmmm...ok, he wears jeans & Tims and sweaters and hand-made knit cabbie hats....silver, onyx and turquoise

He’s got a poetic flow        slow jam smooth       velvet & candlelight

    Pulses like underground house music   Regisford & Humphries  Naeem & Kerry
He’s neo-soul, jazz, love songs                     harmony     Ohio Players           Layla
               Kem & Dwele         AlMaze           Erro    Jill and ………

                         Natural like body oils & incense
             dreadlocks & shea butter            aloe & honey
                                         lavender & patchouli                

He’s soulful like smoky piano solos by                  Alicia & Legend
                             juke joint blues & hard liquor    Earth, Wind        & Fire     

    Sexy like silk sheets & chocolate mousse
                                   mahogany & butta rum cake

Romantic like                  calla lilies & lipstick
                               diamonds & teddy bears

He's intelligent and sweet and thoughtful and honest and funny and has a 10,000 mega-watt smile with the prettiest teeth you could imagine.

He's got these big hands, but they're soft and gentle and they touch my face at night when I'm sleeping.

He's got this swaggah when he walks. It's not cocky, it's confident and sexy and sophisticated and thug all at the same time.

He's thick and dark brown like molasses....                                 only sweeter





Damn





©2007 ZaidahNicole

Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Storm

It rained today.        I thought of you leading me through the park.
                               Blindfolded.  Vulnerable.
             Trusting you. Implicitly, unreservedly.

We stop. You gently lay me down in a wide open field with the grass underneath us.
I relax. I can feel your breath on my neck.
                                          Hot.

Something’s coming. I can smell it; that sweet, clean scent that perfumes the atmosphere before a summer storm.

I imagined you kissing my neck as you run your fingers down my cheek.
 gently biting my lower lip…I suck your tongue.

                        You undress me slowly.              I imagined you licking a circle in the cleft of my breasts as you undo my bra…funny how fast my pants come down when you nibble on my earlobe…

I hear it coming through the trees…the leaves rustle. A breeze blows ever so slightly then it happens…

…that first cold drop splashes on my shoulder. My body heat warms it immediately. The next hits my arm…then the next…and the next…and…

                                I start to smile as I imagine you removing the blindfold just as the heavens open from above.

I imagined you making love to me. Right there. In the grass.
                   The raindrops tickling our naked skin like thousands of kisses.

I imagined us soaking wet.
Kissing each other as the rain came.

I imagined us embraced in a passion that immobilized us.
I imagined the rain running down your strong shoulders as you lay on top of me.
I imagined the droplets trickling down your spine as you arch your back to give me what you know I like.

I imagined

These images are just a fantasy.  A dream.            Images frozen in time.
                   Waiting for the heat of the moment to thaw them into reality.  

©2006 ZaidahNicole

Reflections

LOOK!                   THERE!
          That’s the one!

HIM!
Right There!


SEE HIM?

                                      He’s the one with his arms open wide to embrace me.
                   He’s the one with the smile as bright as day when I enter the room.
                          He’s the one I can talk to when I can’t seem to find the words.
He’s the one restoring my love
                                           patience
                                                      faith
                                                            hope
                                                                  humility

CAN’T YOU SEE HIM?!?
                                                    He’s the one I can chill with on a rainy day.
                                                             He’s the one I have pillow fights with.
                                                                   He’s the one who loves
                                                                                                   my
                                                                                                      toes

LOOK!                   That’s the one!!
                             Right THERE!

      He’s the one who sheds a tear for my pain.
     He’s the one who accepts me for who I am.

LOOK HARDER!! He’s RIGHT there!!!

Still can’t see him?

                                      wait………………..
                                                                   let me adjust
                                                                                     your
                                                                                              mirror

 © Zaidah Nicole 2006

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Wide Open

That's the title of my very first erotic poem. Wasn't all that erotic but it's mine LOL Like'ta read it? Hear it go...

Wide Open

Like the front door of a cozy bed & breakfast, welcoming weary travelers.
Like the great plains of our magnificent country, inspiring poets to write.
Like the place in my heart, secretly, quietly yearning for your presence.

There are so many things I want to tell you.
There are so many things I want you to know.
There are so many things I want to experience with you.
There are so many things I want to love. You.

wide open…..
Like my arms, when you approach me. I hug you as if I haven’t seen you in weeks.
time lingers

wide open…..
Like my mind, when we talk. You give me so many things to think about.
time slows

wide open…..
Like our mouths, when we kiss. Deeply, with a passion that weakens my knees.
time stands still

wide open…..
Like my legs, when you lay me down. To make love as if we were built for each other.

time moves too quickly

such is this thing called time

We’ve known each other for such a short….well, time.

How is it that you appear out of nowhere and I’m
open?
How is it that you look at me and I’m
open?
How is it that you smile at me and I’m
open?
Do you have any idea what that does to me?

How do I get past this? Could it just be infatuation? Puppy love? Lust?
Or could it be that thing that can bring a grown man to his knees?

That thing that’s got me
wide open

It’s the way you smile
The way you laugh
The way you tell a story
The way you call me Baby

It’s your eyes
Your mouth
Your skin
Your being
It’s your touch
Your kiss
Your lick
Your …

You got me
wide open



© 2006 ZaidahNicole <~That right there means that ^ up there is registered with the U.S Copyright Office. If it ain't yours, don't copy it *blank stare*

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Random Thought #2

Why come Cee-Lo Green's grown ass self got wee little Verne Troyer hands?



Lookit 0:18...