Finals are creeping up and I think the stress is starting to get to us.
Today in chemistry the teacher almost had a mental breakdown as she was desperately trying to explain a simple concept to her very frustrated and confused students.
The classroom was arguably warm. "Do you guys feel that? It's hot in here right?" the teacher asked before attempting to turn off the heat only to discover that it was out of her control. "How do I turn it off? What do I do? Why are you just sitting there?". She stood at the front of the room waving her arms and looking at us with wild eyes "SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!" she pleaded.
After the initial shock wore off someone explained to her that there was no thermostat in the room and in order to change or turn off the heat, you had to call the number on the door. Someone stepped outside to call the number while another student opened the windows. Things settled down and the teacher resumed berating us with unfamiliar material that she had made a futile attempt to teach us last week.
Her belligerent badgering was of no avail. She could not succeed where so many other lecturers had failed. It was seventy tired and stressed students against one overheated professor (whom I suspect has a "bun in the oven"). The rest of the class went pretty much as expected. We understand chemistry as well as we understand all the rest of our classes. Which is, not at all.
Sometimes I wonder how a group of seemingly intelligent people can be so hopelessly incapable of understanding what should be simple concepts. It's like we know they're trying to communicate with us but we just don't know what they're saying.
Your future nurses, ladies and gentlemen.
Don't panic.
We know what we're doing.
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