All academic institutions have this physical exam that they do every year, right? I hope I’m right. Anyway, our physical exam consisted of a/an eye/vision, blood pressure, X-ray, dental and (an actual) physical exam (physician included).
The eye exam was pretty useless. The nurse was not paying any attention to my recitation of the letters from the eye chart. I know this because I recited a different line of letters e.g. line 6 instead of line 7. Not only that, but she recorded my vision as 20/20 when I was clearly wearing glasses, of which my chances of replacing its lenses for the past 2 years were overlooked. Add to the fact that I recited different letters for each eye, which would then amount to the incompetence of the nurse. I would’ve just done the test myself; it wouldn’t make a difference.
The X-ray was all right; nothing much to say about that. What really set me off was the dentist. The dentist was disgusting. Do you know the dental instrument that has a tiny mirror at the end?
Yeah. That one. Obviously, I was the nth patient. However, the problem was that there was evidence that I was the nth patient, and it wasn’t very tasteful. That’s right, the dentists don’t sterilise their equipment after they use it on a patient. You couldn’t imagine the revolting taste that bust unto my palate when she inserted that rectal taste sensation into my mouth and used it to press down my tongue. You are disgusting and unprofessional, and I hope DLSU reads this and fires you from your position.
I vomited after the exam.
PS. does anybody know what “typical “friends” making a burning building out of a bonfire” means?
I had an insightful conversation with a friend some time ago about how stupid high-schoolers act when they get “stressed”. We compared our stress to that of theirs and it was obvious that these high-schoolers are overreacting. Our conversation/chat went like:
me: I really don’t like hell week, makes me think how lucky HS students are..
friend: i know! and it annoys me to death how they complain that theyre gonna die due to stress
me: IKR? 8-| They’re like “OMG dance namin hindi pa tapos /wrist” (our dance isn’t done yet) At least they have a dance..
friend: ROFL!!! and like, “OMG THESIS PAPER. GONNA DIIIEE /wrist” and i’m like, whadibuurrr. 8-|
Yeah.. that was the distressed conversation between two university students. After our chat, I realized that there was a pattern of stress and complaints amongst the various age groups.
During pre-school we really didn’t care much about anything so we would do whatever we wanted to do and our parents paid much attention to us. During our grade school days our stress would increase. We’d get home-works, projects, tests and etc. I remember looking back at my kindergarten and pre-school years (I remember my pre-school years, somewhat) and I loved the idea of just running around and finger-painting on every wall on every corner of the room. The sense of freedom but with some minor disciplining. But that freedom was only limited around our parents, beyond that, we were suppressed; same goes for grade school (in my account anyway). After grade school, we’d graduate into high-school and our stress would increase much, much more. The added pressure of getting into a good college and making our parents proud was very much the whole thing. Continue reading “Our Hierarchy of Human Stress”