Watts School of Nursing - White Cap Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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My patient is doing what!? Freshmen with the diagnosis of “fanny fatique”’. You don’t understand? Let me draw it for you. CLASSROOM BLUES Those long classroom hours that we freshmen have to bear. What would it be like if we really didn’t care. The in- structors lecture and lecture while our pants lose their texture.

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FRESHMAN EXPERIENGE You are going to teach me, what? f ?? That’s supposed to be discharge?? Do you understand what I’m trying to say? Patty, it’s PROSTATE, not prostrate! Clinical. Four and one half hours of nervous ten- sion. Wondering if what we do is right. Trembling hands watched by experienced eyes. Will we ever be experienced? Thinking things through in clean hold. Asking Juniors and Seniors for help. Wonder- ing what to chart. Talking things out with our in- structor. A glimmer of hope felt after a successful procedure, a touch of pride. Talking with our patients, smiling because they smile and wondering if it’s okay to cry, too. Sitting patiently through post- clinical conference. Finally leaving the hospital, but with heads held high because of an underlying 26 sense of accomplishment.

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NCCU Many people think the nursing student is en- closed in a tight world that mainly involves time spent in the hospital. Not so. Freshman at Watts devote up to sixteen hours at N.C. Central Univer- sity getting college credit courses. That means the task of commuting across town every other day. It also means climbing the endless flights of stairs at Central’s foothill campus and in the never-less- than three story classroom buildings. Then there are the interminable but interesting hours of lab af- ter all day (it seems) in classes. It’s trying to cram half a semester's work into two days a week. But the campus, despite its vastness, is a beautiful one, with long-term devotion to Georgian Architecture and a few necessary sacrifices to modern style. The instructors, on the whole, are marvelously enthusiastic and they gear their material to us, nursing students. And, in a final breath, though the quarters are sometimes cramped, class hours at inhumane but unavoidable times, and an occassional grumbling student is overheard, we are enriched for our ex- perience there. Pull THAT back and push THIS in. | } a al “Are we together on this?” W. Baldwin resting after the discomfort of a rectal swab. 28