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but that isn't going to stop me from doing my happy dance.
A week ago, I was lamenting about my then 100 average had been blown by a 98 on a vocabulary quiz. That was before the final last night.
"Omigod!" "What the Hell was THAT!?!" and "Thank GOD I only need a XX% (insert any percentage here) to pass, I think i barely got that!" Were probably the three most common things said as we walked out of the class to wait for our grade.
I have a decent base knowledge, having been a CFR for 2 years before entering the EMT class and easily, last nights EMT 1 final - covering chapters 1-12 - was in the top 3 hardest test I have ever taken.
So finally, one by one, we take the "dead man walking" trek, up the stairs and back into the class room to get our grades. And one by one, we come back out, all doing variations of our happy dance.
75 is a C. You have to have that as your class average. to pass and go onto EMT 2. People were going up saying "I only need a 55 to have a 75 class average." People were coming out going "Damn!! I made a 58! But I PASS THIS CLASS!" And these were people I considered as easily knowing the stuff!
Finally I got my knees to stop quivering long enough to take my "dead man walking" walk. At that point not one single person who walked into the class had actually passed the final its self.
When I walked in, our three instructors were lined up at the table. As I walked in one of them said "Finally." Yep, I almost turned and ran. Almost threw up. Had big ole tears coming to my eyes. Step forward. Give them my grade sheet. First two write my first two grades in. Then the head instructor, takes my final, big deep breath, shakes his head, and writes in my grade. Then all serious like flips it over and gives it back to me. I could hardly pick it up I was shaking so bad. Turn it over and........84 on the final....92 for a class average!!!!!!
My knees actually gave way. One of our instrutors gets up, grabs a chair, and asks if I am all right. I respond with "Your and A$$hole, you know that?" Laughter. "Why do you say that?" "Give me my real grade. Stop playing damn jokes. This isn't funny. Its my life your f-ing with." More laughter. And more. And more. About this time I realized he wasn't screwing with me. OOOPS!! "Hey guys, sorry about the A-hole thing......really.....ummmm......" And I do know when to make my exit.
So they may not put your grades on your EMT patch, but it sure as hell feels good to be only one of 2 people who finished EMT 1 with a B for my average (1 point away from an A!!!)
A week ago, I was lamenting about my then 100 average had been blown by a 98 on a vocabulary quiz. That was before the final last night.
"Omigod!" "What the Hell was THAT!?!" and "Thank GOD I only need a XX% (insert any percentage here) to pass, I think i barely got that!" Were probably the three most common things said as we walked out of the class to wait for our grade.
I have a decent base knowledge, having been a CFR for 2 years before entering the EMT class and easily, last nights EMT 1 final - covering chapters 1-12 - was in the top 3 hardest test I have ever taken.
So finally, one by one, we take the "dead man walking" trek, up the stairs and back into the class room to get our grades. And one by one, we come back out, all doing variations of our happy dance.
75 is a C. You have to have that as your class average. to pass and go onto EMT 2. People were going up saying "I only need a 55 to have a 75 class average." People were coming out going "Damn!! I made a 58! But I PASS THIS CLASS!" And these were people I considered as easily knowing the stuff!
Finally I got my knees to stop quivering long enough to take my "dead man walking" walk. At that point not one single person who walked into the class had actually passed the final its self.
When I walked in, our three instructors were lined up at the table. As I walked in one of them said "Finally." Yep, I almost turned and ran. Almost threw up. Had big ole tears coming to my eyes. Step forward. Give them my grade sheet. First two write my first two grades in. Then the head instructor, takes my final, big deep breath, shakes his head, and writes in my grade. Then all serious like flips it over and gives it back to me. I could hardly pick it up I was shaking so bad. Turn it over and........84 on the final....92 for a class average!!!!!!
My knees actually gave way. One of our instrutors gets up, grabs a chair, and asks if I am all right. I respond with "Your and A$$hole, you know that?" Laughter. "Why do you say that?" "Give me my real grade. Stop playing damn jokes. This isn't funny. Its my life your f-ing with." More laughter. And more. And more. About this time I realized he wasn't screwing with me. OOOPS!! "Hey guys, sorry about the A-hole thing......really.....ummmm......" And I do know when to make my exit.
So they may not put your grades on your EMT patch, but it sure as hell feels good to be only one of 2 people who finished EMT 1 with a B for my average (1 point away from an A!!!)
