I decided to be extra prepared for my placement by buying a book specifically on, well, placements. Hopefully, I’ll stick to it, so you should expect quite a few posts related to the contents, especially as the authors advise using the book actively. They have even have special “activities” for this purpose.
So, without further ado, the book:
Surviving Your Placement in Health and Social Care: A Student Handbook by Joan Healey and Margaret Spencer.
Unrelated, if you’re interested in body language, this was quite interesting: How to Spot a Liar.
Did you have pancakes today? I sure did. In fact, we had “pancakes” (read: fajitas) for dinner and proper pancakes (AKA crépes) for dessert! I’m stuffed.
My second Pancake Day has been much more successful than last year’s. I didn’t even know such a thing existed until it was too late last year!
Pancakes + sugar + cinnamon + lemon = heaven. (I have no idea what that thing on top of the pancakes is...)
…but I’m sick.
I not only have infected eczema, but I also officially have a cold and am just generally overwhelmed by life at the moment. Everything is just seriously sucking right now. And though I have an unconditional offer to the University of Sussex in 2012 to study Biology, I’m starting to think I should give up on that dream.
My major achievement of the day is sorting out my EOPII (Physical) folder into a more logical order, based on topic rather than week. Well done, me.
Original blog post: In Defense of Twilight by Albert Berg
I’m a Twilight fan.
But let me explain.
I have a part-time job with a lovely company that basically fills the holes for nurseries. When a nursery needs a temporary employee because one of their regulars are off sick, they call this lady who then calls one of us desperate souls.
Today I had such a job, from 8:30am to 1:00pm. Now, I love kids, but today was hard. I’m quite sure we had maybe 10 minutes in total during the entire time I was working in which not a single kid was crying. But what can you expect from under 2′s…
I was also told I have the ‘magic touch’, as one of the staff members from another room with 2-3 year olds brought a boy around at about 12 who had been crying almost non-stop for two hours. He walked in, sniffly stared around for a bit and then promptly popped himself into my lap without warning. I’d never met this boy before, and apparently he hadn’t let anyone touch him for hours, so this came as a bit of a surprise to the lady watching him…and myself. I had just managed to put a particularly finicky child to sleep, so I let this boy stay on my lap while I rubbed his stomach. (Flan doesn’t understand how this can be comforting, but believe me, babies and toddlers find the strangest things soothing.) He stayed there for a whole twenty minutes before wandering over to a rocker in the shape of a snail.
I was so glad to leave. Only 4,5 hours of work and I was exhausted.
And it’s a bit annoying that what I make in 4,5 hours of work, Sam makes in an hour doing his IT consulting, especially as BABIES ARE HARD WORK. He would die in my position. I’d merely be confused in his, but he would pull his hair out in mine. Children scare him.