my nursing school

so i have a few headcanons about dex, nursey and chowder when they were in high school lmao 

dex:

  • of course, he was ace at classes like woodwork and metal work!! sometimes he’d fix up the other students’ projects if/when they struggled with them. some students said he was a better teacher than the actual teacher
  • said he hates freshmen but never hesitated to help them find their classes or roast assholes who picked on any of them
  • cried when he got detention once
  • could solve a rubik’s cube….really fucking quickly
  • was one of the people who would complain about group projects and how he always had to work, but tbh he preferred it that way bc no-one did things exactly how he liked them 

nursey:

  • used to read books as he walked to classes. he was that kid who walked into poles/walls/various infrastructures bc he always had his head in a book
  • his ringtone was u can’t touch this by mc hammer. he also never turned his phone off in class
  • had reeeeeeeeeeeally neat handwriting. like, handwriting that would make teachers come get him to write on the board. it looked like the elaborate font on word.
  • had 10000 snapchat streaks, even with classmates he had never talked to
  • his proposed solution to literally every problem was to take a nap
  • was in a group chat for every single class??? sent memes when people asked what the homework was

chowder: 

  • all the lunch ladies fucking adored him?? no-one knows why but who can blame them tbh.
  • probably fed stray animals in the street. probably also tried to take them home with him
  • could do the macarena like nobody’s business
  • everyone wanted to be in his group for group work bc he was just so nice and welcoming of everyone’s ideas
  • tagged all his friends in wholesome memes 24/7 - likewise, everyone also tagged him in wholesome memes
  • never had any pencils, he either always lost them or lent them to people

“Dude. It’s paintings and poetry. Together. It’s ‘swasome as hell. Da Vinci said it himself — painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”

“Wow. You have all quotes just ready to go, don’t you?”

“Nah, I just opened my book on a random page,” Nursey said, one arm still wrapped around Dex’s shoulders, and showed Dex the page he had read the quote from, making his defense partner snort. It was a side note, written in italics and underlined with a purple marker by Nursey — purple pen meant personal interest, Dex knew already. Just like he knew the red pen was for important stuff, the blue pen was for additional notes, the yellow marker was for the stuff his professor deemed especially important, and the green pen was to underline the lines in poems that were just “mad chill”. Dex had his colored pens right down to an art already and pretended that it wasn’t weird to know so much about Nursey’s studying habits.

“I’d read you one of the poems, but I thought you wouldn’t get it,” Nursey chirped as he finally closed the book. His arm was still around Dex’s shoulders. It was … nice. Weirdly nice.

“You got that right,” Dex chuckled. Seriously, Painting as Poetry? It sounded like a douchey book, assigned for a douchey class. No wonder Nursey was so over the heels for it. “Aren’t those artsy poems meant to be looked at, anyways? Not read out loud? If I remember anything from high school, that shit just sounds weird spoken out loud. Like a broken record.”

“Meh, I guess. But they’re pretty to look at,” Nursey shrugged. His arm was still around Dex’s shoulders. It was getting infuriating. Infuriating in a whole different way than Nursey’s presence usually was.

Dex tried to pretend he didn’t mind, though. In fact, he was almost afraid to move, aside from walking, in case he accidentaly ended this whole new, getting along thing they had going. They were always just one wrongful curve away from an argument, albeit that curve started to getting farther and farther away with each conversation, and he was just curious to see how long it was able to go. It was pure science.

Besides, it was nice. In a way he could all too easily get used to.

My boss called me “Tyrone” on accident (My name is Tyrand). She apologized and bought me lunch to make up for it. I didn’t think twice about it, since I’m used to getting called every variant of “Ty-(fill in blank here)”. Then later on I read a quote she keeps in her work area that made me feel kinda special.

“During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘Hello’.”

I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.“

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nearly witches // panic! at the disco

A patient yesterday asked me to lift his head up and then put it back down. And then yelled at me when I did it because I lifted too high. Then later asked me to fluff his pillow nicer than it was. And yelled at me for lifting his head up to fluff said pillow. And tried to demand to talk to the ICU doc about it all.

This wasn’t even my patient. His nurse was so done lol.

Originally posted by earthlyfairy

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