I hurt that poor paramedic student’s feelings today. Poor guy. I’m always cordial with students, and nice as I can be. But I was apparently very mean today.
First, I hurt his feelings when I suggested he get some real-world experience as an EMT before even thinking about taking the National Registry exam for paramedic. I know the commercials on late-night TV make this job look easy, and they tell you that you won’t get judged for not working on an ambulance until you have “P” on your patch, but that’s not true.
Then I hurt his feelings when I wrote in his evaluation something along the lines of “there is a lot that happens in the back of the ambulance, but this student wouldn’t know, since he spent the entire 12 hours napping, playing on Facebook, or staring out the back of the ambulance with his hands in his pockets. I guess my suggestion that he spend his time asking questions or reading his book didn’t go over too well.
I hurt his feelings once more when I suggested that he could start an IV if he wanted to, but he had to actually want to try and that it would be his responsibility if (God help us, when) he becomes a paramedic.
And lastly, I hurt his feelings when I suggested his bedside manor was more in line with someone who made a living selling used clothes on eBay.
This ain’t no Sadie Hawkins dance. I’m not going to grab your hand and tell you what to do.
Poor guy. I guess his complaint was warranted, after all.