As many of you who read my blog know, I am not very impressed by my school. We have a high pass rate on the NCLEX, but we also probably have a high admittance rate at the local psych hospitals for students who have been driven to insanity. I actually think that my new clinical instructor is paid by the local psychiatric hospitals to bring in more patients. She must be rich by now. Last week she pushed us almost to our breaking point. While we were teetering on the edge of sanity, she brought up our plans for this week. She mentioned how we needed to drive out to a low-income school located forty minutes from where we all live. We would show up on Tuesday and teach them about "personal safety." On Wednesday, we would drive all the way back out there and meet for lunch for our post conference. Instantly, in all of our poor college student minds, we realized that it is ridiculous to drive all the way back out to the area just to meet for lunch. Couldn’t we meet for lunch after teaching on Tuesday? Or even meet for lunch closer to where we live on Wednesday? We suggested this to her, and she responded with, "Well, then, when would you do the surveys?" What surveys? She had never mentioned surveys before. She went into detail about these surveys we were supposed to do (this is how she told us about everything- randomly whenever she thought about it). We realized that we could do those surveys on Tuesday after teaching at the school. This would save us from driving out there twice, and we all prefer getting everything done all at once anyway. Her response to this? "Well, if you do it Tuesday, how are you going to get the banner?" What banner?! Oh, our school banner we are supposed to get from a woman who just happens to be out of the office until Wednesday. Hmm… could you have brought this stupid banner thing up before?! This type of randomly throwing out additional requirements went on for a few more minutes. Us brilliant students kept coming up with ways to work out every problem she threw at us, until she finally said, "You students are so ungrateful and are treating this class like it’s a joke!! I forgot how much I hate working with you difficult Accelerated students!" Us? Difficult? Yes. I agree. But treating her class like a joke because we aren’t willing to spend $2.70 a gallon to drive to the middle of nowhere just for lunch? Hand me those admission papers, I think my instructor just made some more commission at the psych hospital…..