Thursday, May 31, 2007

Coins

So I’m counting down my change jar tonight {things are getting a little dire around here}, and I come across a gold quarter put out in 2000. I hadn’t remembered that they put out a gold quarter, but there it was, sure enough. I’m convinced they do things like that to make a person hoard them. Why, there’s no way I’m going to package up my gold quarter only for it to be deposited into the bank where its gold ceases to shine. And remember the Pocahontas dollar coin? (or was it $2)? No way am I going to spend such a special dollar!

And what about drummer boy quarters? Do you just spend them like you would any other quarter? I think I’ve saved every single drummer boy I’ve ever come across. And with having been both a waitress and a cashier {during the dismal chapter of my life}, I have seen a lot of them. But for what? Will they ever become more valuable than $.25? I almost fell prey to the temptation of collecting all the state-specific quarters, but thank goodness I gave that up a long time ago.

I think part of my fascination with drummer boys comes from my mother. She had this nifty “piggy” bank in the form of a blue mailbox with a red flag. I remember opening it once (under her supervision, of course), and out poured hundreds and hundreds of drummer boys. I thought that was the bomb!

And so I go on collecting my “boys”… and my gold… oh, and wheat pennies...

But I did come up with $75.50 that I am taking to the bank.

And how much is in your change dish?

Friday, May 18, 2007

Philosophy

One week down—two to go. I am so ready for a BREAK. Think of the proverbial man crawling in the desert, kept going by only that distant mirage of water. Picture that, and that’s how I’m feeling. I have only this one class yet to get through and then I’m out of school for TWO MONTHS! Unfortunately, I’m afraid my promise of a break will also turn out to be a mirage. I have to take the GRE in July sometime, so although I’ll be out of school at the end of May, my life will not be study-free.

My class this time is a philosophy class. As you may have guessed, I don’t do so well with philosophy. This particular class is called “Biomedical Ethics.” I chose to take this class as a substitute for one of my required classes. The required class was called something like Human Values and something-something… so it was essentially the same thing. I didn’t want to take that one, however, primarily because the professor requires you to debate controversial issues, and I VERY much dislike things like that. Additionally, that particular professor has a knack of “inciting riots,” and students reportedly come out of there as mad as hornets. The professor in my first English class used to bring up controversial issues and then make us defend our positions. He would try to out-logic us, and I just don’t want a repeat experience.

Since this summer class can be taken as a substitute for the afore-mentioned one, I signed myself up right away and was glad to do so. According to Dr. S’s previous syllabi, he did not require debates, the main thing I was trying to avoid. So imagine my consternation when he tells us on Tuesday that he is thinking about having us break up into small groups and do debates—something he’s never done before! One of us has to present the positive side, he said, and one of us has to present the negative side, and one of us has to play the devil’s advocate. “So what do you think about that?” he asked us. I looked around the room desperately. There are only eleven of us signed up for the class. And all ten of the others sat there like bumps on a log—nonchalant, not caring.

Well, now is not the time to be bashful, I told myself. “I object!” I cried (although admittedly not in those exact words). I got my point across and gave my reasons why I so dislike group projects, and amazingly enough, he agreed that group projects probably aren’t the best. And so he would “think about it,” he said. I told him I would much rather do a research paper than to have to do the proposed project. Although he hasn’t given us our term project yet, he did confirm yesterday that he was not going to go with the group project idea. Thank God!!!

As to the content of the class… I really didn’t know that there were quite so many controversial issues in healthcare. We have spent this entire week talking about physician-assisted suicide (PAS) and euthanasia. According to Dr. S, what typically happens is that our theories adjust to our experiences. Do you agree? For example, a person who has always opposed PAS and euthanasia will perhaps change his/her position if he/she becomes a terminally ill patient in excruciating pain or sees a loved one in that position.

I much prefer to ignore the issue altogether, but I suppose having to consider both sides is good for me, and so I suppose it is good for you all too. One of the books we have to read gives an example of a man who stands to inherit a lot of money if his six year old cousin weren’t around to inherit it first. In one scenario, the man decides to kill his cousin by drowning him in the bathtub. In another scenario, the man’s cousin conveniently hits his head on his own, falls into the bathtub, and drowns as the man just stands back and watches. The end result is the same in both cases. Would you say the man’s actions (or lack thereof) in the second scenario make him just as guilty of the cousin’s death as he is in the first scenario? The authors of the book maintain that both are equally wrong. The only difference is that one is active killing and the other is passive killing.

So put it into a healthcare example; is our socially-acceptable passive method of “letting die” (i.e., taking off respirators) just as wrong as active physician-assisted suicide?

With the exception of Oregon, in the United States, our method of handling terminally ill patients is “letting die.” In the Netherlands, highly-regulated physician-assisted suicide is perfectly legal and they have serious concerns with the US’s method of handling these kinds of patients. In Germany, although euthanasia is illegal, PAS is legal but “unprofessional.” In other words, if a doctor assists a patient in a suicide, their medical associations will yank his license and keep him from practicing medicine, although there is no legal recourse. This is because of Germany’s tragic history with doctors’ experiments in World War II. If a non-medical person helps a terminally ill patient commit suicide, however, he is in violation of Germany’s Good Samaritan laws, which say that under certain conditions it is mandatory to give a person help—not harm. So what happens is that the assisting person must not be anywhere around when the patient dies, or he/she will risk legal prosecution. And so the patient dies alone.

Believe me, this only scratches the surface of all that could be said about this topic, but I believe I shall leave it at that for now.

It’s been a long week.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Double the Tears!

What a relief to be done with finals! I’m sure I cannot convey exactly how miserable the past month has been, but I am sure going to do my best. Have you noticed I haven’t been able to write much of anything this semester? Well, In the past month, I have had to complete the following:
· 2 twenty-minute presentations
· 1 five-minute presentation
· 35-page group project paper
· A 7-10 page paper on consumer-driven healthcare
· A 5-page paper on Enron
· A 5-page website analysis {www.revolutionhealth.com}
· A 5-page business analysis {Hospital Corporation of America}
· Access Project
· Writing up a Request for Proposal
· 2 scholarship essays
· 3 exams
· 1 quiz
· 4 finals

Additionally, I have had the following non-academic activities in the past month:
· Two out-of-state weddings
· Purchased a new(ish) car


And all this was complicated by a corrupted flash drive that lost ten days worth of work for me. Believe me, there have been times when I have wanted to burst out into spontaneous sobs! Sharon and I have spent more time in the library at school outside of class time in the past month than we have ever before in one semester. Friday nights, Saturdays—there we were.

When I told Mom this afternoon that I was finally finished with finals, she said, “Praise the Lord!! I am so finished with finals!!!”

Speaking of data loss… The girl who sits behind me came into class on the day we were to hand in our papers and started telling us about her awful night. She said she had almost completely written the whole thing (the night before it was due) when there was a massive power surge, and her computer was shut down. Unfortunately, she had not saved the document, and she had to start all over from scratch!! OUCH! She literally had to pull an all-nighter. She said around 4 am, she just started crying and crying. She never went to bed. She was really depressed about her paper. It’s just not as good the second time around.

I thought I was going to have to rewrite my website analysis when my flash drive corrupted itself. I had saved it, but for whatever reason, the folder it was in saw fit to deny me access based on corruption. I thought I was going to have to have a quick cry too.

I downloaded some software that said it could restore the files, but it wanted to charge me $50 to do so. I was about ready to do so because I surely couldn’t afford the time it would take to rewrite it. Then I all of a sudden had a brain tickle, and I thought I might’ve sent it myself via email the night I wrote it. I looked into my “From Me” folder, and LO and BEHOLD! There was that paper—sitting there in my Inbox.

The relief that flooded over me was immediate, and I began thanking the good Lord above. I don’t typically make a habit of sending my files to myself via email as a method of backing up, but for some reason, I saw fit to send that particular one. I think I might’ve had a guardian angel in action that night.

The guy that sits next to me in that same class had his own set of troubles with his paper. He is a computer guru and saves his files directly onto an external hard drive. So what are the chances of your brother’s girlfriend coming into your apartment and spilling Pepsi all over the hard drive? I don’t know, but that’s what happened, sure enough. And he had to rewrite his whole paper too.

So Emily, Adrian, and I had quite the time of sharing our stories of eGrief. I mean, writing a paper is bad enough the first time around—but twice??? That’s double the sweat and double the tears!

How long has it been since YOU backed up?

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