ninevirtues | Pharmacology: ARGGGHH!!

Pharmacology. Hard final, badly taught class. It degenerated into a mass of facts to memorize, with no clear connection between them and no practical application to physical therapy practice. I blush to admit that I have little patience for classes like that; I only needed 60% on the final to pass the class, and I think I managed to achieve that. (It was a one-unit class, so it will have a negligible effect on my GPA. I need the information, though, and I LIKE the topic; chemistry and organic chemistry were two of my favorite classes in school, and I was hoping for better out of this one. I expect I will take the textbook with me on clinical (to peruse at leisure) and add a nursing drug handbook to my collection (so I can look things up when I know my patient is taking them).

In the meantime..... I am done with my first year. It's been hard; it is worthwhile; I've used all the mental strength and resourcefulness I've developed in athletics, and all the time management, organization, and stick-to-itiveness I learned in tech. I would not have been able to survive this program when I first graduated. Now, I can, and now, I will.

In the last month, I've repeatedly found the phrase "seven long years I slaved for thee..." banging around my head, when I wake up, or before I go to sleep, or at odd moments in class. A quick google search reveals no webpages that contain that phrase, but I did find this-- an Irish ballad which does a pretty good job at expressing my mood:

http://info.wlu.ca/~wwweng/faculty/jwright/irish/texts/sigerson-woman-hell.htm