Showing posts with label huh?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label huh?. Show all posts

Saturday, March 15, 2014

My Bio Professor Rocks My Socks Off (Some of My Classmates Do Not)

I have her for both the lab and lecture portions of General Biology II. That was totally an accident but a very happy one. I like having the same professor for both lab and lecture (if he or she is good) because I don't have that frustrating situation where one of them say, "I don't know if you've covered this in lab/lecture or not yet, but here we go anyway ..." Also, I have the added bonus of seeing them three times per week and really enjoying all the time I'm actually spending in class.

During our very first lab session she said, "If you can't make it to our Tuesday night lab, I also teach identical sections on Wednesday and Thursday afternoons. Please feel free to make up your time then. If that doesn't work, e-mail any other professor teaching this lab and ask to sit in their session. I will not mind at all." I think she has this perspective because, as I've come to find out, she was/is a non-traditional student herself. She, too, attended this same school a dozen years ago while raising a child and continues to work now toward a PhD. She knows how difficult it is to balance a family, work, and school all at once.

In other classes, lab instructors have allowed for the making up of only one session this way. It's nice to have a semester where that isn't a problem. Consequently, I've made up three sessions this way already this semester and one of them was a lab practical.

Going to these other lab sessions has allowed me to meet a few students who attend during daytime classes. They are, generally speaking, um ... an interesting bunch. Let me explain.

I have heard several professors allude to enjoying teaching nighttime or Saturday morning classes because the students in those classes are more mature, tend to be extremely dedicated, and take their classes seriously. I hadn't given it much thought until meeting these other students. Now I know of what these professors speak.

In the first make up session I attended, I sat in an empty seat at a lab table with three other students. The table held a dozen agar plates for that day's experiment. One guy immediately picked up an agar plate, opened it, and began sniffing the agar. When the professor explained that each plate should be labeled a certain way, he again took off each lid and began writing on the plates. And he's one of those people who, when concentrating hard, sticks his tongue out. A lot. With the agar plate about 2 inches from his face.

I was cringing the entire time. One does not remove agar plate lids until absolutely  necessary. One does not place agar plates near one's face. Ever. Hello, contamination, anyone?! I didn't want to say anything though, because I was crashing their lab group. Instead, I sat and cringed and tried to pretend it wasn't happening. Finally, a TA noticed him and told him politely to stop immediately.

Later, during that same lab, another guy at the table sterilized an inoculating loop in heat, then set it down on the table top. A minute later he picked it up and was about to use it without sterilizing it again. I stopped him, saying that it had to be sterilized. He said, "But I just did that." I replied, "Yes, but then it touched the table again." He rolled his eyes at me. I just stared at him until he put it back into the heat. Geez.

This past week I attended a different lab session so I could take my first practical exam. Practical exams are not group activities and they usually require moving about stations which are set up around the room. Where one sits is completely irrelevant. I sat down at a table with one other guy and two empty seats. He gave me A Look and said, "Um, actually, someone already sits there." I said, "Oh, really? Hm. Thanks, but I don't think it really matters during a practical." Sure enough, it didn't matter.

I hope this kind of student either, a) is not majoring in biology or medicine or chemistry or anything else requiring precision, or b) if they are, they learn the importance of sterile technique and letting little things go. And no, sterile technique is, most definitely, not a little thing.

Anyway, my professor rocks. In addition to understanding the difficulty I am facing as a student/worker/parent, she is funny and has an effective and engaging teaching style. This is her last semester teaching here and I'm sad that I won't have the opportunity to take any more of her classes.

And, because I don't have any other way to end this post, here is a photo of  Ceratopteris cornuta. It's a type of aquatic fern. It's the fern we were studying during the lab session where that one guy sullied our agar plates and that other guy almost sullied our specimens of Ceratopteris cornuta.

 


The purpose of the lab was to sow spores from this fern onto several agar plates using a serial dilution process. We were looking at the relationship between total number of spores and gender distribution of spores. Did you know that this particular fern germinates male and hermaphrodite gametophytes? They do. The hermaphrodite gametophytes release a pheromone called antheridiogen which signals as yet ungerminated spores to become males. When there are many spores in a given area, there are a high number of them which are male. This is because the hermaphrodites can fertilize themselves if necessary but that isn't desirable. What is desirable is having plenty of males around for cross fertilization which brings about genetic diversity. Science is pretty cool.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Recent Kid Quotes

Me:  Samuel, put the sword down! Put on your shoes! You're going to be late for school!
Samuel:  But ...
Me:  Put it down!
Samuel:

... later ...

Samuel:  You know why I carry around the sword all the time?
Me:  No, why?
Samuel:  It's because of the monsters and I feel a little bit safer with the sword.
Me:  So your squishy Nerf sword is going to be protection against a zombie or vampire or other monster?  How does that work?
Samuel:  Well, the monsters are imaginary, you know.

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Miriam:  I don't think medicine makers have ever tasted real fruit.  Ever.  That does not taste like grapes!

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Solomon:  I think electrons are the key to time travel.
Me:  Why?
Solomon:  Because they can move at incredible speeds and blahblah science blahblah theories about physics and space blahblah.  Doesn't that make sense?
Me:  Um, I guess?  Where did you come up with this?
Solomon:  From science.

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Okay, so that last conversation was mostly paraphrased because my child's knowledge about space, physics and all that surpasses my own. 

Monday, March 14, 2011

Dumb Name for Dumb Clothing






Jeggings?  Why?  I just want to know why.

Friday, February 4, 2011

I Dislike Valentine's Day

Yuck. All of this HFCS and plastic crap is a huge waste! Ugh.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Useless Information


Is there really anyone out there who needs directions for an electric hand dryer? People who really don't know to press and release the button? To rub their hands lightly? That the machine will stop automatically? Really?

Friday, November 12, 2010

Did You Know ...

... that there's a Donald Trump game that's not The Apprentice?  I could have lived my whole life without knowing this.


Thursday, October 14, 2010

My Real Name

Samuel: Solomon, why are you so difficult?

Solomon:  Because my name is 54 x 63.

Miriam: Hi, 54 x 63.

Solomon:  No, first you have to figure me out.  Then you can call me that.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Pocket Boulder

Remember the post about Samuel's pocket contents?  He came home today with this.  That's a quarter beside it.  It is so big I thought his pocket was going to rip when he took it out.  Solomon teased him a la Donkey from Shrek -- "That is a nice boulder!" I don't know what to do about this so I think I'm just not going to do anything.  Ha!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Spermatophobia

Did you know that 'germaphobia' is actually not a word? I couldn't find it in the dictionary.  The real word for the fear of germs is 'spermatophobia'.  That's important because that's what this post is about. Not fear of sperm.  Just so we're clear.


Have you seen this? It's the latest weapon in the arsenal of germaphobic Americans every where.  It's the Lysol No-Touch Hand Soap System. I think it's stupid. The tag line is "Never touch a germy soap pump again." What I don't get is why this is so terrible.  I mean, if you're touching the soap pump to get soap on your hands and then you're going to scrub with that soap and some water, you're not touching the soap pump without cleaning yourself afterward. Right? Why is it such a big deal that the soap pump probably has e. coli and salmonella and H1N1 and other icky stuff on it? You're not sucking on it to get daily sustenance or anything. I hate this pre-occupation with germs.  I also really hate this manufacturing of more useless, plastic crap that will jam our landfills and require the use of more petroleum by-products.  And to a lesser degree it bothers me that someone feels the need to use 6 words to describe washing hands.  I've got 2: soap, water. And no, it's not anti-bacterial soap, either.

And as if that weren't enough, there's this:

It's a paper towel system for your bathroom.  It could be used in the kitchen, too, I guess.  Actually, Kleenex probably wants you to use them every where so they can make more money.  They probably want you to buy cases of these to keep in your car and use them when you're out and about running errands and on road trips and stuff.  Please. Yes, I know the CDC says that for the most effective illness prevention  you should dry your hands with a single-use towel, but come on. This is taking it too far.  You have to strike a balance between healthy cleanliness and rationality.

I am disappointed.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

One Week's Pocket Contents



Belonging to Samuel.  Why?  I do not get it.  The child brings home all manner of weird crap that he finds every where.  And if I ask him to throw something away, he gets very sad and his eyes get huge and his face falls as if I asked him to kick a puppy or something.  So I relent and the crap sits on the dryer for a week or so and then I throw it away and he never asks what happened to any of it.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

What. The. Heck.

What. The. Heck. #1
The patient is 14 minutes late and is a typical toddler so he does not want to follow his mother and me to the exam room.  A sensible parent picks up their toddler at this point and carries him or her.  The insensible ones fake walk away from their kids, trying to manipulate their kids into following them. (Bad idea all around, for lots of reasons, not the least of which is that it does not work.)  This mother was one of the insensible ones.  When her child plopped himself on the floor and cried, she took him by the hand and half dragged-half walked him to the room.  All this time, I'm standing there and thinking about the other 3 patients I have waiting on me and wishing I could educate this mother.


What. The. Heck. #2
This mother missed her son's 6 month, 9 month and 12 month well visits, therefore he's very behind on the standard immunization schedule.  This mother wants to catch up all the shots possible today.  That means 6 shots.  One of those injections has 5 components.


What. The. Heck. #3
Mother is concerned about his weight (which was okay, for the record.) so I asked how much he eats and what kinds of foods.  She states that he really likes sweets and that's about all he eats.  I advise that she stop offering artificial sweets and encourage better choices.  I say that eventually he'll eat and learn to eat better things.  Patient's mother nods and smiles.  Later when I return to give her child all 6 of his shots, she whips out a Dum-Dum for him before I can even blink.  So much for not offering sweets, huh?  Also, if she keeps a stash of Dum-Dums for any potentially bad situation, she's setting her child up for a lifetime of problems.

Again, I say What. The. Heck.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Heard a New One Today

Acne's foot.  As in --
What's that cream? That one that you use? For the rashes?  On the feet? For acne's foot?

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Irony


Those are wind turbines. On the back of a Hummer.

Friday, February 19, 2010

A Very Odd Dream

I should have written this a week ago.  That's when I dreamt it and I told myself I would write it down before I slept again.  But I didn't and now it's starting to fade and I'm mad at myself.  It's the strangest dream I've ever had, in that half way through the dream I remembered things from another dream that I had forgotten about.  And in the dream I just had, I accepted those memories as fact.  Confused yet?  I am.  I can't stop thinking about it.  So, before more of it is gone and I'm madder at myself, here we go.  Also, this is very long so don't feel obligated to finish it if you get bored.  Ha!

I was shadowing, for lack of a better word, someone I didn't know.  She took me through the motions of her day, showing me where she worked, introducing me to her friends and co-workers, taking me on her errands, telling me about her family and showing me her old neighborhoods.

She reminded me of myself in every way -- her way of speaking, thinking, moving, doing -- she even looked like me except that she had dark hair.  Each of her friends were similar to one of my own friends and she worked in an office that was set up like mine.  She went to the same grocery store and bought the same food I would buy.

Only her family was different from mine.  Her parents were not good people and she hadn't seen them in many years.  She'd left home at a young age and hadn't spoken to her parents since because of all the pain they'd caused her.  She had a brother but also hadn't seen him in quite some time -- not because he was a bad person but just because they drifted apart.  Each reminded the other of bad times and it was just easier not to see or talk to each other.

We spent the better part of day on this exercise.  I didn't think it was weird but I didn't know why we were doing it, either.  What's more, I didn't question it.

Suddenly the woman disappeared and I was standing alone on a street corner.  To my left and across the street, a block away, I could see the back of a house on the next street corner.  There were people in the backyard around a swimming pool.  I recognized the house as the woman's childhood home and the people as her parents and some other relatives.  I had no desire to talk to those people so I looked ahead of me.

Straight ahead and across the street was another row of houses.  I crossed the street and continued down the sidewalk.  About three houses down, I came to an older house that had been divided into apartments.  I knew that the upstairs apartment had once belonged to the woman I'd just spent the day with.  I climbed the stairs to the front door and let myself in.

When I opened the door memories came rushing at me.  A broom and vacuum cleaner in a closet.  Hand towels hanging from a hook on the kitchen wall.  Photographs on the mantle piece.  Clothes folded and placed in a chest of drawers.  I remembered moving into that apartment.  It had been mine.  I had unpacked my things and decorated the way I wanted to, making everything just right.  It had been fun.  I liked setting up my new home.  I had had a sense of well-being, of good things to come, of anticipatory excitement for the future.

This is where I became conscious of "memories" I had in a previous dream, except that during the current dream they were real memories.  I had another dream a long time ago about moving into that apartment.  And I forgot the dream until I had this more recent one.  I was also very confused because this apartment belonged to the woman from earlier in the day.  How had I lived in it also?

Now the apartment was in a state of disarray, as if I had moved out hurriedly, taking only the barest of essentials.  Doors and drawers hung open, the contents spilling out onto the counter tops and floor below.  I sifted through the clothing, mementos, dishes and other personal items.  I remembered needing to move immediately and knowing that I couldn't possibly take all of my belongings.  I remembered being distraught over the circumstances but I couldn't remember what those circumstances were.  I remembered picking and choosing the most important things to take with me.  I made some very difficult choices and hated everyone of them.

I looked through all of my things, laying there just as I had left them.  I was happy to see them again but puzzled as to what had made me move out suddenly.  I wracked my brain and couldn't come up with any reason at all.  Nothing was plausible.  I decided that there was no way I was going to leave all my stuff again and I began packing everything up in boxes and bags.  I took them all down the stairs and loaded them into a vehicle that was apparently mine and had magically appeared on the street in front of the house.

As I was packing the car Jennifer drove up.  She didn't seem to think there was anything odd about the scene there.  She was just stopping by to say 'hi' on her way to do something else.  As we chatted I absentmindedly opened the door to a storage closet on the porch.  Inside were jackets, boots and other winter clothing that I recognized as belonging to Jennifer and her family.  We dragged it all out and she just grateful to have found it.  Part of me wanted to say to her, "What is going on here?  Don't you think it's weird that I'm moving out of this apartment a second time? Do you know why I moved out the first time? Why is your winter stuff here?  Who the hell is that woman I just spent all day with?  Is she me?  Am I losing my mind?  Help me understand this!"  But I didn't.  She was acting normally so I accepted that things were normal.

And then I woke up.  And I've been confused ever since.  I feel like there is more to this series of dreams and I hope I have another one.

Monday, February 15, 2010

I Don't Understand

 

Why?  Why are Reese's peanut butter cups being sold by the pound in plastic containers?  I don't get it.  The store is selling all kinds of candy in these containers.  Why not leave them in their original packaging?

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Delicious Food and ... Kenny G?

I'm not working today -- yay for PAs that go on 2-week vacations to Switzerland and leave the office needing only 2 nurses!  So that means I had time to meet Paul for lunch.  We met at a little hole-in-the-wall Moroccan place in Aurora.

The place was virtually empty.  Paul commented that it's weird how little places like that can stay open for years and years when every time he's there they have next to no customers.  He hypothesized that they're actually a front for the Moroccan Mafia or something.  I don't care what they might be fronting for -- the food was delicious!

We shared a vegetable and lentil soup called harrira, a plate called the Middle East Combination -- comprised of hummus, baba ghanouj and falafel -- and an artichoke salad with the best raspberry vinaigrette dressing I've ever tasted.  We also had cups of Moroccan mint tea that was really tasty and warming.  We're definitely going back, hopefully soon.

What struck me as funny about the place was the incongruity of the music they played.  The walls, dishes, tablecloths, furniture and artwork were all very distinctly Middle Eastern in design. But they had a CD player going with Kenny G. They're definitely fronting for something.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Real Conversations

Real Conversation # 1

Patient's Mother:  Um, yeah, my son had his finger poked for a blood test this morning while he was in your office and he's felt sick and thrown up twice since then.  Is that normal?

Me:  Well ... no, that's not normal.  Is your son very upset about having had his finger poked?

PM:  Yeah, he was pretty upset and crying a lot.

Me:  I'd guess that he's probably fixating on the finger poke.  Or maybe it's purely coincidental and he is coming down with a stomach virus.

PM:  Oh.  So what do I do?



Real Conversation # 2

Concerned Grandmother:  If someone plays with an infant, say 7 or 8 months old, by dangling them by their ankles, can it cause brain damage?

Me:  I suppose it could.  I definitely wouldn't recommend doing that.

CG:  What could happen?

Me:  Well, there could be brain damage.  Or maybe stress fractures in the baby's legs or spine.  The spinal cord in infants isn't developed enough to handle lots of stress like that.

CG:  So how would you know if there was damage?

Me:  You might not know.  It would take x-rays to show fractures.  And if there was brain damage you wouldn't know until it's too late.

CG:  So what should I say to the people who might be doing this?

Me:  Uh, tell them not to do it?

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Just to be Clear ...

They aren't sulfur drugs.  They're sulfa drugs.  Totally different things.  Just sayin' ...

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Irony

I was waiting in a long line of cars to make a right turn this morning.  The driver in front of me began to get impatient as we waited for traffic to clear so she tried to nose out to the right of us and go around the cars in front of her.  There appears to be room to do that at this particular intersection but there really isn't because that space isn't actually a lane and it gets cut down to nothing at the corner.  The driver noticed this after she'd maneuvered her car half way into this space and then she just sat there, stuck.  I chuckled to myself because I love to see people with a sense of entitlement cut down to size.

Then I noticed her bumper sticker.  It read, Women Make Great Leaders ... You're Following One Now.  And then I laughed out loud.

Friday, August 21, 2009

The #1 Thing I Don't Understand

McCain/Palin bumper stickers with the McCain half cut off. I've seen them quite a lot around here. I just don't get it.

When John McCain was just John McCain, I considered voting for him. John McCain as a political candidate, on his own, was not so bad. By the time he chose his running mate, I was already a staunch Obama supporter and very proud of it. McCain made a terrible mistake in choosing Sarah Palin and I'm glad I didn't have to switch candidates because of it. Also, I was really irked that McCain's people expected women voters to back him just because he chose a woman VP. It's extremely insulting to think that women would support a candidate just because ovaries are involved. But most of that is neither here nor there.

Sarah Palin. Man, that woman irritates me more than anyone I don't personally know has a right to. She's not smart. She's a scary, bigoted, fear-mongering sorry excuse for a politician. And she's a quitter. I do not understand placing so much faith in her. It's like she's seen as the hope of the Republican party; people really want to vote for her in 2012. She has her own grassroots campaign going already amongst these people who cut John McCain off his own bumper sticker.

If anyone has any insight, I'd really love to hear it.