Students and their emotional baggage.

Students and their emotional baggage.

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Young students and their emotional baggage (Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com)

I have taught diploma nursing students as well as degree and working nurses. The former group seems to have more unresolved issues than the latter. I got them to write an essay about their family and discovered the amount of emotional baggage some of them carried!

“I hate my lecturer parents! They are so strict! I have to go back home before 10.00 pm, and I can’t stay overnight at my friends’ house!” Some of the classmates agreed. But some explained that her parents were strict because they loved her! Now she is a successful entrepreneur and has teenaged children herself!

“My father used to beat us at home. He died of cancer when we were young. If God can give me my father back, I don’t mind being beaten a thousand times every day!” This girl got the whole class crying, including me! Now she is a nurse manager. She has two young boys.

Quote:

  1. “Emotional baggage is like the dead skin of a snake. If you don’t shed it, how can you grow emotionally?” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
  2. “…anger helps us repel forces that are detrimental to our survival and well-being.”- Dalai Lama

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I write, I type, I swype

I write, I type, I swype.

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writing and handwritings (Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com)

“This, is the worst handwriting I have ever seen!… Who is this boy, XYZ?” The teacher waved the exercise book in the air. He looked left, and he looked to the right of the classroom.

XYZ stood up. But the teacher did not see her. ” Where is XYZ?” So the boys at the back pointed towards the girl.

“You? You are XYZ? (His voice softened a bit, but still disapprovingly) You must improve your handwriting. It is like ‘cakar ayam’ (chicken scribblings)!”

XYZ’s handwritings has improved a lot since, after that initial public embarrassment. But that was after many hours, many days of determined practices

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I write (Photo by RODNAE Productions on Pexels.com)

Don’t judge a person by one’s handwriting. Bad handwritings don’t always reflect a male’s work! Or only ladies have nice handwritings!

But today, we don’t need to write so much, right? We type most of the time on computers and on mobile. My hand has almost forgotten how to write.

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Typing (Photo by Gabby K on Pexels.com)

Then comes the mobile and swyping apps. “I watched you from behind your shoulder. You can type so much and so fast on your mobile! You were sweeping all over the little screen! How did you do that?”

“I swyped, that’s why!” A note on blogging comments. I swyped the ‘correct’ words, but it was published, a totally different words! 🤦 it was so embarrassing. I wish the receiver blogger would edit it when prompted from my end. Failing which, I wasn’t keen to comment on her/ his posts thereafter.

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Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com

So, happy writing, typing, or swyping, whatever!

Reflecting: Que Sera Sera

Reflecting: Que Sera Sera

Que sera sera (Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com)

I met many of my former students on the social media. A lot of reflections in our chats, as we reminisced the past years. I usually have to make the first move to connect to them whenever I see their pictures appearing on my site. Many are mothers of teenaged children!

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“…ah, I remember you. You were so timid those days! Now you are teaching the other nurses! Excellent!’

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“… You own two renal dialysis centers? So enterprising!”

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“.. you are a CEO of a cancer hospital! I remember you used to be the top few most of the time!”

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“you are a full-time house wife and mother? But you used to be very good in your studies!”

So, how are you? Your kids are so big already! How time flies!”

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After some time on the chat, one of them said, “… remember the songs you used to make us sing to improve our English? The song…

Que Sera Sera, whatever will be, will be…”

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Quote:-

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.- William Shakespeare