ho-hum

i'm back with an uninteresting post.

it's nursing week and i'm enjoying myself--not. ok well, i prolly am (sort of) but in spite of all the little events happening around the college, i feel like i'm in the death row. blimey. yesterday was supposed to be a fun day--the start of the nursing days celebration, the moment to wear our college's vintage shirt, the first time for me to put on mom's 80's earrings at UST. but because of an unfortunate event, everything seemed to turn inside-out.

what's more is that i feel so darn awful about having to hurt ma'am jurado (although i swear that i didnt have to do anything with it) when in fact i soooo highly respect her and think of her as another mom. it surprised to me feel down the moment i saw her shedding her tears in front of the group yesterday. it just brought back memories of what happened to my family last 3rd of May (just this year).

my (real) mom got hurt and that time it was because of my inner little demon. stupid impatience, that is... i admit. i could be very very impatient. and that's the reason why i never want to be a teacher. i would just end up hurting my student and myself as well... just as i have unhesitantly grabbed that new, shining surgical blade and jammed it across the inner aspect of my forearm which cost me an inch long of a bulging scar.

i've learned my lesson from that incident. i think i really did. but i'm still scared it would happen again anytime later. and a couple of things i would really need to prevent it is a much longer string of patience and a lifelong supply of respect for the human body.