I have alot to unload off my mind
The past 2 weeks has been just adjusting to this whole new unpandemic like schedule of my University which has a timetable similar to a Highschool (*groan*).
So my day begins at 7 am where I brush my teeth, do the normal humanly routine, eat food get dressed etc and head off to my lil ‘University’ or as they call themselves “Medicity”.
Arriving fashionably 10 minutes late to class as my beloved and adored car-mate has the tendency to be unfashionably late (I can say lots about this matter, but that’s another bomb I don’t wanna unload, since I do appreciate this girl alot).
Oh and Research is an awful thing to conduct by the way. Especially when your guide is as awful as mine? He is more than often very occupied and very confusing to communicate with. My mom had called him “chauvinistic” on many occasions due to my frequent rants on him and I had trash-talked about him in my sleep, which does say a lot about how much I dislike this Professor?
Let’s just call him Professor/Mr Goat.
So Mr Goat, will delay in meetings with us and then confuse us in our OWN research topic and 180 turn the flaws around on us? Like, respected sir, you are supposed to GUIDE us, not berate us for the love of all mighty in the Seven heavens.
My group wants to do a research on Tele-rehabilitation and OH MY GOD.
First it was a literature review on the preexisting studies of giving PT session via video call or VOIP platforms.
Mr Goat bared his horns and said nope y’all will do on Pulmonary Rehabilitation via online platforms.
Okay as you wish, since you know alot.
Then he flipped the whole format of the proposal.
Our research Professor Rose flipped out on us saying this isn’t the format we’re supposed to use for the research proposal.
Mr Goat and Mrs Rose had a talk.
Mr Goat is like okay stick to the given format AND change the research topic.
!!!!
By then we were prepared and armed for first topic and now we had 24 hours left for completing a whole new proposal for this new title aka COVID TELE-REHABILITATION.
@#£&!?
Me and my group mates were on verge of tears, Mrs Rose wouldn’t extend submission time for us and we were working under pressure.
In the end we finished and submitted late and lost 2 marks for that :)))
NOW THIS SEMESTER.
Change of plans again.
Instead of literature review.
He wants to conduct a survey on the viability of Tele-rehabilitation based on PT students in UAE.
MAJOR changes needs to be done once again.
I’m doomed.
We have like 15 days till presentation.
We spoke to Mrs Rose just incase. She is still stubborn as obleck💕. No extension this time as well, though we know our way around and I pray to God it’s done smoothly.
Now on top of this research fiasco, there are formative assessment twice and week, practical and theoretical.
One month until semester finals.
Two months till final year finals.
Five or six months till Exit Exam for Advanced Clinical Practice.
My head is pounding like how mochi is made, quick search tells me it’s Tension. I really don’t feel like I’m stressing out but my body indicates that I am, infact, very overwhelmed.
Also idk if it’s me or just my stress but I am feeling heartaches seeing people getting married.
I’m not ready tho LoL. Neither is Mr Boobie ready. We both still have alot to do, on top of that we need a money maker to be able to get married so haha…yeah.