Bunnymedic

actually, here it is... it has both the cell phone and dash cam.

I suggest ear plugs when you're studying and when you are taking your test. it worked for me. and before the test, close your eyes (ear plugs in) and take a few deep breaths. relax. think about everything calmly. if you panic, everything you worked so hard to remember goes flying out the panic window. but try the ear plugs. they really do help.

I also have a learning disability. I can't listen to the teacher. I have to teach myself. I am very much a kenetic learner. when I went through my emt-b course I pretty much just sat there with ear plugs in my ears reading the book myself. I didn't really do so well with my tests either, but somehow I managed to pass with an 87. find what works for you. my husband needs a study buddy, otherwise he won't understand. even if his study buddy (me) just sits there watching. :?: :?: honestly though, I think most people (to some extent) have some sort of learning "disability". but I wouldn't call it a "disability" per say, just, ... a studying preference. I told my instructor at the beggining of the course to just let me sit in the back and learn on my own. he let me "try" it for a few classes, and when I did pretty well on my first (yes the easiest) tests he let me study my way. and it worked for me. are you better at listening and comprehending? or watching and understanding? if you take the time (a good ratio is 1:2.5 for every hour of class you're in, you need to study for 2.5 hours.... ok, so that didn't work for me. I was a full time welder and couldn't put that many hours into studying, but I did manage to study an average 2 hours/night.) and study, you'll do fine. find what works for you, and go with it.

I was 19 when I went through the EMT-B class, right out of high school. I am also very ADHD. I now work for a transfer company in houston (houston is only hiring EMTs with a Fire Certification, and I'm working on that now.) but I took the class, yes, I f***ked off in class almost the whole time, but when I got home I really buckled down and studied. I kinda have a photographic memory, so that helped me alot. I just read my book during class, all on my own, ignoring the class and the teacher. and I passed both exams with mid- to upper 80's for the grade. :!: :!: :!: >>>AND<<< :!: :!: :!: I do NOT take ritalin or any other drug for my ADHD. I've learned to deal and work and live with it. My employer knows I have ADHD, but so far, I'm doing very well for myself, so I don't know why you shouldn't have a problem with it. I say go for it. as for the whole have-to-be-21? yeah, I ran into the same problem. I worked as a shop hand close to home until I was 21. then I got my own apartment in houston with my new job.

not broken, thank god, but I have pulled a muscle (or torn it, not sure, but it hurt like the dickens for several weeks). it wasn't so much the weight of the patient (he was only about 200 lbs) but the surprise drop of the stretcher compliments of my partner who, without warning, pulled the handle. thank god I was holding on to the stretcher, or the patient would've fallen... grr.. my partner was always a jerk like that to me. :evil: :evil: but I'm good now!

You're right! It IS possible! I am only 100 lbs :shock: , and can hold my own with the rest of the guys at the station (I'm a volunteer F.F.) and my fiance still thinks I'm cuter than heck. don't bash the small people!! (j/k, by the way!!) :wink: :wink: :wink: but seriously, muscle MASS isn't true muscle. it's the strength and endurance that really matters. I've got body builder friends and heavy-lift champion friends. believe it or not, the heavy-lift champs have LESS muscle MASS!!! :shock: :?: go figure that one out! I'm still a little confused... :shock: :shock: :?: :?: :? :?

good question. I'll ask my blind friend. He'll most likely laugh at me though. funny though, blind people can march in a high school marching band, and be better than everyone else who can actually SEE where they are going. :shock:

wow. I had to read that like, 6 times. I'm so blond!! :oops: the "L's" were pronounced like "w's"!!! wow, I have to be the most pathetic here.. :oops: :oops:

holy crap!! that's hilarious!!

here's another one.. I thought it was pretty funny. Can you imagine a call for this?? One Woman's Tale of Woe (FYI could be too much info here...) All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax. My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the was strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my who-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself..RRRRIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass out.must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. DAMN!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. Vagina? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!* I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or who-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, l but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color......

haha, that's pretty funny! know anymore?

too true. same goes with the guys.