Interesting day

So, I woke up earlier than usual today. I just layed in bed and relaxed before I HAD to get up and ready. I was like "oh yeah, it'll be a good class today, hurray." Before I get into the story, I'll give you some background. There are 6 caucasian ladies in my class, me being one of them. Throughout the last few months, there has ALWAYS been some sort of hostility going on between a group of me and 2 other girls, and 2 of the other caucasian ladies in the class. We just ignore one another most of the time and go about our business, but sometimes, there are little bickers in class. A couple weeks ago, shit hit the fan, I guess you could say. Yelling, name calling, threats and everything...right in class. There was a meeting held after school the next day for the people who were part of this arguement and ultimately verbal warnings were handed out to them. I was not part of this meeting because I was not part of the fight. The next day in class, people were curious about what the "meeting" was about and were asking. For confidentiality purposes, let's call one girl Jane. Jane said to one other classmate who was inquiring about this meeting "well, I don't really want to talk about it, but I will say that there was one person who should have been at the meeting, but wasn't." Looking directly at me as she said this. It's obvious that she has a problem with me for no apparent reason. Okay, thats fine. We moved on. Now, I was quite sick a week and a half ago. The module that we were doing was only a 1 week module, so realistically, I couldn't miss any classes or I'd fail that unit. I sucked it up, bought a bunch of halls and went to class. I apologized in advance to anyone who got sick because of me, but I'd rather pass my module than worry too much about giving people my sickness. One of my good friends in that class ended up getting sick. Whether she got it from me or her husband, who knows, but, like I did, she sucked it up and came to class. Now, Jane got sick on friday. And missed THREE classes because of it. We're in our clinical skills module right now, so 3 classes is a LOT...you miss a ton of instruction and explanation in that amount of time. So Jane comes back to class today, and no sooner had she walked in the door, she said in a completely rude tone of voice "yeah, I missed three days. I can't help it when other people get me sick" all the while, looking straight at me...again. I couldn't believe she had the nerve to say that. I took the high road and ignored the comment, continuing on with my conversation with another classmate. I guess the classmate that was beside me had heard her comment, and said to me "I don't understand. If she doesn't want to be here, she shouldn't come." It wasn't "talking behind her back" or anything of the sort. It was an opinion that she spoke. So, about 20 mins later in class as we were all getting up to practice patient transfers, Jane, very loudly, and infront of the entire class says to the other classmate "if you have something to say to me, say to to my face. Don't talk behind my back!" Something that was NOTHING, was made out to be something huge in a matter of seconds. This Jane thinks everything has to be about her. If someone isn't facing her, and is talking quietly to someone else, that person is automatically talking about her behind her back. Quite frankly, it pisses me off. I was hoping all the highschool drama would have stopped the day of my grade 12 commencement. Obviously not. I don't know what Jane's problem is with me or anyone else in that class. NOBODY talks about her. She has harsh self confidence issues that she should deal with instead of trying to cause un-needed drama in the classroom. I paid $9,100 to learn, not listen to you whine about pointless crap. Oh man, I need to do some de-stressing exercises or something. *breathes in and out deeply*

Now that I've vented about that, I'll write about my after class adventures today. Steph and I went to visit her nana and baba at their nursing homes once class was over. We went to see her nana first. She has Alzheimers and doesn't really know what she's doing, or who people are. We sat with her for about half an hour, just talking. She is such a sweet lady. Making faces at us, laughing at really small things, singing. It was quite fun. I honestly didn't want to leave. Then, we walked across the street to the assisted living appartments to visit her baba. The whole time we were there, he was telling us about the gypsie's who looted his room and escaped out the window. He then went on about these very quiet people who come into his room wearing lampshades over their heads and rearranging his furniture. There was also 6ft long white dogs walking around his room. It's really upsetting to see people like that, but at the same time, it adds diversity in your day. He is obviously hallucinating these things, so Steph and her family are going to have him reassessed, I think. All in all, though, it was a fun little trip.

Hmm, what else? Ohhhh, I'm excited about this weekend. I'm going to see Paul Brandt and Shane Yellowbird in concert tomorrow night. Row 12 on the floor, baby! Saturday Steph and I are making dinner, having some drinks and watching Forrest Gump! Should be good. Then on tuesday after class, her and I are gonna drive to Kelowna to see her boyfriend for a few hours. My life is pretty interesting, thats for sure.