Another semester, another hospital badge to add to my collection💕
Today I learned that I was assigned to the Respiratory unit and am super duper pumped to learn more about pediatric Bronchiolitis, the respiratory severity score, RSV, and so many other new things discussed in orientation today🙈🏥
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На таких курсах обычно не углубляются в изучение грамматики, давая лишь базовые ее знания, зато большой акцент делается на лексике и общеупотребительных фразах. Обучающиеся учатся вести разговор на самые различные темы: как представиться, как заказать билет на самолет или номер в гостинице, как спросить дорогу, или как общаться в магазине, в банке, в театре, на рынке и т.д .
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I’ll take the first choice any day. I’m so thankful for the #asawoman movement. I’ve ended relationships with men who wanted me to be a trophy wife and didn’t support my desire for a career. What are some hilarious dating stories that you have as a female in healthcare? PC @thebasicbitchlife
At 4, I learnt to read.
Exams in my third year. Too soon? Probably. But they ramp up the pressure early here.
Year 3 through 4, a gymnast. My coach was far too strict. "This is not for fun," she'd tell us. "It's serious, and you must win."
Year 5 I got a tutor. I was told I was too late; that a lack of commitment before the age of nine had meddled with my fate.
Year 6 was about exams - SATS again at just age 10. I felt so old but looking back, my friends and I were just children.
More tests again that summer, to decide how we'd be set. Set one was smart, set eight was dim - there was no hope for them.
Year 9 I picked my options; career fairs, tests and sessions prevailed. If we could not decide by then, we were surely destined to fail. Told to clear a path and follow it - not straying, no - and so, towards the destination we must go.
A level choices came around and I could choose just three. Such restrictions placed on me, was just fifteen, and suddenly, I could no longer be a medic. A scientist. A dentist, or an astronaut. My subjects mean that ship has sailed, you see.
And then there's work experience - which is great, I won't deny - but choosing what to do can be a little overwhelming too.
I'm cut out to be a lawyer. I've known that since forever. But is it truly me, or is it more society, that decides in which field I shall endeavour? Is it truly what I want? I don't know. I think it is but I do not know. How can I know? I am just sixteen.
I've been planning my future since before I even knew what future was. I have time but I've been rushed, besides there's more to life that just a job. Than academia. Than tests and exams, "success" and "failure". Life is not straightforward, the road just wasn't built that way. There are diversions everywhere, distractions and adventures, everywhere. Enjoy the journey.
You don't need one route to follow straight, take as many as you like. Experiment and see what suits. Plant the roots, then grow from there. I promise you will grow. But growth takes time, and that's okay. We have time. You have time. You'll get there, if "there" even exists. It will work out so trust the process. Fretting will make no real difference.❤️