Sunday, September 23, 2012

Imagine for a minute

So ... imagine for a minute that you got on a plane headed for Boston, and instead you landed in Bermuda.

In Bermuda? Ok, no worries, the language is still english... or... is it?

Nah, it's not really. Anyone who's spent time on the other side of the pond will tell you that. British English is definitely close, but not quite the same. The words are similar, but they mean different things.  Or, they mean the same things, but they're spelled with extra letters. And Bermudians drive cars that look like American cars, but on the 'wrong' side of the road. And the food looks much the same, but the seasonings make the flavors distinct.

Well, this is what Nursing school is like for me.
The language is ~almost~ the same as the one I speak... only, it's not.

Why didn't anyone tell me that Nursing School is a language immersion program? Probably someone did, and I didn't understand what they were saying. And I thought the language I was going to learn was "science", but it turns out the language I am learning is actually the language of "semantics".

semantics -n
1. the branch of linguistics that deals with the study of meaning, changes in meaning, and the principles that govern the relationship between sentences or words and their meanings.
2.  the study of the relationships between signs and symbols and what they represent.
3. logic 
      a. the study of interpretations of a formal theory
      b. the study of the relationship between the structure of a theory and it's subject matter
      c. (of a formal theory) the principles that determine the truth of falsehood of sentences within a
         theory, and the references of its term.

There... that's what Nursing School feels like to me.

It's a giant run around while I try to figure out what exactly I'm doing here. There are days that this is the BEST EVER. And days where I scratch my head (I guess that's a story of it's own) in confusion and wonder exactly what the heckfireandshoot I'm trying to accomplish at the moment.

Also, I might be an injured runner right now. And injured runners have WAY wicked too much time to think about sh*t like this. ~gah~ I think I better go for a bike ride.

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