12/05/2025
I slunk into class with a Grinchy grimace, a gift to myself on this cold, twinkly Chrismas.
An EMT-B course—oh the noise, noise, noise!
But somewhere in lectures, I found a strange joy.
Instead of ruining cheer, I learned splints and first aid,
snarling while practicing skills I’d soon trade.
Now I grump through my training with festive disdain,
a green, grumpy medic-in-training—how perfectly in vain!
I signed up—blast it!-for a course I can’t ditch,
starting January 13th, 2026 (oh, isn’t that rich?).
From 6 to 10 PM, Tuesdays and Thursdays I’ll creep,
while the rest of you Whos are all tucked in to sleep.
Yes, an EMT-B class, a “present” (harumph!) to myself,
though I’d rather shove Christmas straight back on the shelf.
But I’ll grumble through lessons, all grouchy and green,
the Grinch learning vitals—now that’s quite the scene!