Honest Ramblings

Monday, February 25, 2008

Procrastination Master....Not This Time!!

I am a self professed procrastinator. I will admit it, happily! And this procrastination thing has been working out pretty well for me thus far. However, during this semester of nursing procrastination has not been working out so well due to the very hectic scheduling and plethora of assignments. So my good friend Darla and I decided to work our hiney's off every day during our reading break to get some stuff done and out of the way.

Now before you get all excited and think that we slaved away for like a week strait, I should clarify that the reading break at my university is a whopping 2 days! :) But none-the-less I have been more productive during those 2 days off than I have been this whole year!

I spent two fun-filled days at Darla's house. Me in front of my computer, Darla in front of hers and we tackled 90% of our assignments for the remainder of this semester! Yah, that's right, 90%. Good bye procrastination master, hello get-ahead-of-things-girl!

We created teaching plans, outlines, overheads and everything needed to teach lessons in classrooms for school aged children. Then we tackled teaching topics for the seniors community group we have to attend weekly, all the while still managing to entertain her very lively 4 year old son, whom I love, but he is SOOOO active and goes just a little mental when I come over. I think the little guy is going through Stacey withdrawals because he demanded to talk to me on the phone last night so that he could invite me over to his house.

Anyways, I cannot tell you how unbelievably good it feels to be ahead of the game. It has spurred me to get ahead on even more things and so tonight I finished a paper that isn't even due for like a week and a half! That is SO not like me! I totally could have wasted the two days off and slept in and really just generally blown off the time! But I didn't! It actually feels really good to know that I finally have things under control and I have reduced my stress significantly.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Your Friendly Neighbourhood Police Department


I thought I would just share about something funny that happened to me the other day at my local police department.

I went into my local police station the other day to inquire about getting some information about Ecstasy as I am doing a group project with 2 girls from my nursing class where we are presenting about this topic in my local mall during a "health fair".

As I walked in, I was the only one there so I preceded to walk up to the counter where a young looking pretty blond girl was standing there loudly chewing her gum. (Sorry about the stereo type, but it's true!!) I stepped up to the window and asked her this question:

"I was wondering if there would be someone available to talk to about drugs, specifically Ecstasy to get some information from?"

Her response:

"Ummmmm, we don't sell that here."

Yup, that's what she said. No word of a lie! Did y'all know that the police department doesn't sell Ecstasy!? Who knew!!

I was thrown for a minute. I stood there, my mouth gaping open, staring at her like an alien was popping out of her head. I then gathered my thoughts and without laughing in her face I said:

"Uh...I think you misunderstood me, I am wanting to talk to someone about getting information about Ecstasy to use in my nursing health fair at the end of the month...you know...like pamphlets or something..."

Her response:

"Ummm yah, I don't think there is anyone here right now that can help you with that, sorry."

I thanked her and walked out of the police station completely dumbfounded. I am not sure how she got that job...maybe it was bring your ditsy teenage daughter to work day, or maybe that was her punishment for a crime, serve community service at the police department answering questions...but whatever it was she was not the brightest person I have ever dealt with.

I will return to the police station tomorrow maybe and hope that there is someone slightly smarter there to speak with.

At least I know now that you can't buy drugs from the police station and I can look elsewhere if I choose to take up a drug addiction.