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Second verse, same as the first
0**note: I’m tired, stressed, behind on work and it’s almost 1am. Snarkiness may ensue.**
Day 2 of CPR/AED/First Aid class…literally 80% identical material as the first class, and the 20% was just slight modification for children. And I thought the first four hour class was bad. The review doesn’t hurt, but that’s just me trying to find the bright side of sitting through four hours of the same damn presentation again, right down to the jokes.
Who made up this system? They cram just enough information into your head that you can pass an incredibly simple bubble test, although even that can get throw a curve with four hours worth of random lecture that may or may not have covered the material in the question. The actual CPR routine I’ll probably remember, but everything else was pretty much gone from my mind five minutes out the door. There’s some decent information there, but there’s too much to absorb. There’s got to be a better way to do it, that would be less painful for everyone. But I guess I won’t argue with the Red Cross…at least not right now. Right now I’ll find away to survive one more night and try to remember something other than the maroon socks of yesterday when I’m done. A person can only have so many crusades in life.
Three and a half hours with maroon socks
1I just spent a torturous three and half hours (actually closer to 4) trapped in a room to prove that I can, in fact, rescusitate someone if they stop breathing. AKA I just finished night one of my CPR/First Aid certification class, and I learned from a lady in maroon socks (and sandals). It’s all useful information, but the class is pure torture. The nearly 4 hours, repeated for 3 nights, is the shortest one they have. If you really like pain, there’s a 9 hour class on Saturdays that you can go to. Me, I think I’d die if I tried. I can’t sit still that long.
Things I learned from CPR class: Yes, you can wear maroon socks with sandals, and mom jeans. I probably shouldn’t be so critical, but…come on. I also learned you can, and probably will die from pretty much everything. Guys, if your girlfriend has a coughing fit and excuses herself to the restroom, if she’s not back in 10 minutes she’s probably dead. It’s your fault, because you didn’t stalk her there and bust in when she took too long. Also, she probably had HIV, AIDS, and Hepatitis.
I get it, for safety’s sake we have to consider the worst case scenario, and it’s a CPR class. But it becomes comical at some point. But if it makes you all feel better, I passed, and I didn’t kill the mannequin. Only two more nights to go and I’ll be free, and on my merry Taekwondo-teaching way…Has anyone else ever gone through this torture? Is it always this bad, or did I just get lucky?
