Cryday

For the most part, last week went pretty smoothly-- I successfully got my Intro class working on My Big Campus, completing assignments online. My Applications class has started anatomy, and we all were excited about that. I even had a student tell me that she was able to help her mother, who is in college, study anatomy because of some of the things she had learned in my class. The students in my General Med class were doing great as well. Then came Friday, or more accurately, "Cryday, the unusual part of my week." At the beginning of first block on Friday, I noticed that one of my students had failed to begin the work that had been assigned, which is not typical for her. I instructed her to meet me at the back door so we could talk. As soon as she stood up, she burst into tears. I managed to comfort her and get her to work, but she never would speak on what had her upset. Then, during second block, less than two hours later, while I was taking attendance, one of my students started sobbing rather loudly. Her best friend, who's also in my 2nd block, asked if she could take her to the hallway and talk to her. These two young ladies are two of my more responsible students, and I figured that she would be more inclined to talk to her best friend, so I allowed them to go out to talk. They went out in the hallway to talk. I went out after a few minutes to check on them. By the time I got out, they were on their way back in, and all was well again. Now, I realize that nursing and teaching are the same in that you have to be prepared for anything, but I honestly wasn't expecting lightening to strike twice, so to speak.