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23rd-Mar-2010 10:41 am - this is neurology? :|
distractionary: angry hissing sealpoint cat with blue eyes. (DO NOT WANT.)
theoretically speaking, I'm taking Neurology right now, in massage school.

It's a three-week-long class; roughly 36 hours total, discounting breaks (with, more like 42).

[personal profile] delight has been talking to me about neurology terms for months, dumbed down enough for me to understand her without having to actually teach me neurology. that's cool; after all, I'm supposed to be taking this class, so she doesn't have to explain it!

Right now our teacher is alternating between talking again about CranioSacral Therapy (which has already been covered in this school) and showing small video clips from the internet without ever actually explaining which site he's pulling things from. (He gave us a list.)

There is a teacher here, Lee, who is a very good teacher. She's a former nurse who is now also a massage therapist, and she teaches Anatomy & Physiology, and she's a very good teacher! Apparently this guy, Harout, who is a chiropractor, had some sort of conflict in mid-November, early December, and so the last class that sat through Neurology had Lee teach it, instead.

I am so damn jealous right now. I can learn things from Lee. This guy is ...

He mumbles.

He reads off the page without clearly explaining why things are on the page.

Our first quiz is on Thursday morning, probably bright and early, when I am at my least functional. I told him straight up on the first day that I have ADD; while he was accepting of the fact that my attempts to pay attention to him sometimes masquerade as completely ignoring him, that doesn't mean he has any suggestions remotely as to how I can accommodate for the fact that he's a bad teacher for me and I can't learn from him! oddly enough.

I really, really desperately hope that I can somehow work out some other way of learning this stuff. I don't want to have to beg and cajole and blackmail Rue into teaching me neurology. It's not her job! It's this guy's job! I don't think he can do it for me!

I have my doubts that he can do it for the majority of the class, frankly! and have no idea why he doesn't have any assistants; this class is large enough, and the school constantly prides itself on having such a low student-teacher ratio, that most of our classes have three teachers (or, well, one and two assistants). Harout is all alone. And mumbling.

I think I just gave up on even pretending to pay attention to this class.

The thing that sucks the most is that I want to learn this information. I keep hearing that neurology is a goddamn fascinating subject! the tiny little pieces Rue has talked about have been fascinating! and this guy keeps putting me to sleep, even with stimulant drugs and coffee!

I have no idea what to do today.
23rd-Nov-2009 11:59 am
distractionary: really adorable white tiger cub with feline grin (with our eyes like icepicks)
Apparently when you go to a therapist's office, say "I think I have ADD," describe your life and describe ADD by doing so, they don't necessarily make you fill out a questionnaire or anything!

that may have been the most productive hour of my entire life.

and now: to conquer other doctor's offices, especially when nobody answers the damn phone.

(and then to collect my Rue, and figure out some way to celebrate, I guess.)
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