But if you are running a school, admission has to be based on what the person admitted believes or does, not what their parents believe or did.
But we're talking about 11-year-old kids here. For the most part, what the kid does is almost entirely based on what the parent does. At that age, I went to Hebrew school and synagogue and Jewish summer camp because my parents told me to. The summer camp was negotiable, but synagogue and Hebrew school were never presented as options any more than regular school was.
Who'd he go to lunch with ita? We often use lunches for meet and greets with various people when we're bringing a new person on so it wouldn't particularly ping me.
Given it was my (and his new) boss that kept reminding me he wasn't here by coming back to look for him, that wasn't it. He showed up some time in the past hour, but I really feel like not everyone gets first week or two new job paranoia the way I do.
Uh, she says posting on b.org. But I didn't start until week 3, until after I noticed the last new guy reading his yahoo mail.
Well-dressed I've never seen, but I think Connie's right that it means meeting a baseline level for access to shelter and clothing.
I've seen it a lot--the docs I work for see lots of people with multiple problems, including PTSD, Alzheimer's, and all sorts of dementia and mental/emotional degenerative issues, so comment on the patient's well-dressedness is pretty standard. Do the shoes match? How about the socks? Are the things that button and tie and snap done up right? Are the clothes basically clean? Hair brushed? Teeth clean? Is there any sign that the patient isn't able to manage basic dressing/grooming tasks unaided, or that the patient thinks s/he looks just fine but actually looks deeply wrong?
In other news, I want to nuke one of our clinic's new temps from orbit. Is that okay, just this once? Could I at least strangle her with my bare hands, please?
Well-dressed I've never seen, but I think Connie's right that it means meeting a baseline level for access to shelter and clothing.
It always amuses us when we see page after page of notes with 'pleasant' patients then hit one that apparently wasn't. We see well dressed and well nourished. Must remind self to post some of the items we have stuck on our wall of amusing notes. Sticky notes that are removed from charts before scanning that cause giggles among the staff are stuck on the wall. The only one that I can remember now is a sticky that reads - Fax to P. Enis. Yes, my staff is 12.
eta: and yes, the patient's first name did indeed start with P.
The new religious practice test for the school: [link] There are points for synagogue attendance, prior Jewish education, and either the parent or the child volunteering at a Jewish communal organization.
Now I am intensely curious about what my Dr. notes when I show up with holes in my stained sweats and my hair all tangled, as I am wont to do when I'm sick.
When DH#2 was in the hospital so much he had me go to the records office every day to get copies of his chart to read. We'd read all the nurse notes every day. They would make note of all kinds of stuff. They mentioned how the patient's wife stayed there overnight (they had a cot for me) and mention us cuddling. They would mention if he was agitated after a particular family member visited. Above and beyond all the medical stuff that the doctors don't tell you because they don't think you are smart enough to grasp it all, the random comments were endlessly fascinating. And even though they knew we got copies, still wrote all that stuff.
The ER notes how clean you are when you show up. Even at my ickiest they've never actually marked me down. I imagine when they see scuzzy, it's really scuzzy.
It always amuses us when we see page after page of notes with 'pleasant' patients then hit one that apparently wasn't.
Oh yeah, I love reading about the "pleasant" patients. This "well-dressed" patient was later also described as "reasonably well-appearing." Also, her social history includes the fact that she's a fourth-grade teacher (I guess because she could catch stuff from little kids?).
The only one that I can remember now is a sticky that reads - Fax to P. Enis. Yes, my staff is 12.
Ha!
