Central Florida Institute (CFI) My Thoughts
This entry is my opinion and my opinion only; do not use it as fact to make any character judgments of CFI. This is just my experience and other persons experiences may be different.
So I have had plenty of hits on my blog by people searching for reviews about CFI (Central Florida Institute). I just graduated of the twelfth of last month and just got my diploma in the mail just the other day. I am not so sure about how I would write a review about Central Florida Institute but I guess I can tell ya’ll what I think.
The turn over rate for students is high, because I believe that the school is more interested in being a business than a school focused on teaching to the fullest. I don’t mean turn over rate as in students quitting, though there are plenty who can’t take the heat, what I mean is that class lengths are short and the school tries to have as many classes as possible with in a physical year. The admission department didn’t tell me, although I already knew, that I should be prepared to search out of state for work after I had completed all the schooling for my degree. The graduatee to job ratio here in the Tampa Bay area is not in favor of the job seeker. So if you choose CFI plan on getting work out of state unless you have contacts already in the field who can get you employment. I am not saying though that there isn’t a chance that you can get a job at you extern site, I’m just saying don’t hold your breath. You extern site is where you will finish up your schooling by working for free as required by the school so that you can get a degree. I never had to deal with administration to much but I had heard plenty of horror stories from other student who needed help and assistants from the higher ups and where turned away it seemed like every time. Generally if I had a problem I would just let a teacher know and if the problem didn’t get resolved I would just let it ride because really all I cared about was getting my education and getting the hell out of that place. Just make sure when asking questions try to get a print out of their answer or get someone to email you the answer so that you have it in writing. Administration hates if when you have proof of what they say, because then they have to stick to their word even if they don’t want too.
The EKG course seems like a joke and probably is, but it did help me only because I knew I was going on to the advanced program and having as much knowledge about the heart the better. I do know that there are plenty of weekend courses that you can take to get an EKG tech certificate. There is a ton of vocabulary that you have to take the first half of the EKG course and be prepared to study your ass off to make sure you are passing the quizzes. My class had so much drama from having too many females together in one room for to long of a period of time. I couldn’t believe how childish the older women acted compared to the younger girls in the class. The older group of women “35-45” really acted like teens and the 20’s to 30’s were well equipped to handling the class room setting. I tried to never be involved in the classroom upsets but did enjoy the shows that these people put on. If you’re looking to go to the school make sure your ready to handle women crying everyday because they have to study or they missed a question and the teacher won’t let them change the answer. There were some funny days and some annoying days when I really wanted to learn that day.
My EKG clinicals were really fun and I enjoyed every minute of it. I was at Northbay Hospital here in New Port Richey and was in with the respitory therapy department. I was with a great group of people who I miss seeing everyday. EKGs are so easy to learn and do so don’t fret that; plus if you go to the advanced course you’ll be seeing EKGs all he time trust me.
When I went back to the school it was for the Echo program… well that was the whole reason I even went to Central Florida Institute, the schools personnel who handle the transition from EKG to the advanced programs didn’t know that I was coming back to the school for any advanced education and boy was I offended by that, and I let them know it too. But once I was finally into the Echo course I was very satisfied… oh yeah, my teachers were told that if I were any trouble at all to let the administration know so that I could be removed from class. Wow how do you think I felt after that? Well my teachers loved me and were stunned that anyone would assume that I had a bad side.
Well the Echo course is a great course and the teachers for the main classes are awesome. Now I had a few teachers that sucked and as far as I know they are not at the school any more, thank goodness for anyone else that has to attend. There is a lot of studying that has to be done and well I wasn’t studying as much as I should have and well I am struggling now a little since I am studying for my national registry exam. There is just so much information to learn that sometimes it seems a little over whelming, but hey hundreds of other people made it through the course. Always remember you will most likely have to leave the state to get work. And avoid having to go to administration for any reason because unless they have learned how to put a motor on it you’ll be there awhile. But all in all if you want a degree and you want a better job I would say go for it if you are sure you know what you want out of the school. Get what you need and get out and get a good job.
I hope this helped and if you have any other questions just email me at michaeltrump@live.com
Sara Palin at Sims Park!
5am this morning I awoke to a normal sound that I hear everyday; the alarm clock. Well today it was going off an hour early and on a Saturday. There was a special reason for it today though; Sara Palin was in my town. New Port Richey was grateful to see our future 
VP, as was I, Sims Park was were she was to do her speech at, and around 9am; the gates opened 6am and I was there at 5:45am. It was still dark when I left me quiet little house, there was still a chill in the air since the sun wasn’t up yet to blanket us with its warmth. I wanted to get to Sims Park earlier than six because I knew there would be a line. I was right too; I got to the Park a little before 5:45 and got into line which had already accumulated close to a thousand people well 
maybe not that many. As I stood waiting in line I was talking to Sandy on the cell phone, my only friend that woke up early enough to go, and one of the volunteers’ came up to me with a stern look on her face like I had done something terribly wrong; I looked back at her the same. She then told me that neither my camera bag nor my coffee was allowed inside; DAMNIT I’m losing my spot was all I could think about. I pissed and moaned all the way back to the car warning others of these rules along the way and telling Sandy how much it blew that I lost my spot. When I 
got back into line there were probably five hundred more people in line. Sandy soon caught up to me as the line began to move, marking the time six a.m. She had in hand three shirts all saying the same thing McCain- Palin, she promptly handed me one, walking through line thanking her along the way I put on the shirt while trying to hold my camera now bagless. Again a volunteer came up to me with a look of disgust saying “hey you need to turn your camera on so that they know it works up at the gate” I like a smart ass said 
“I don’t carry camera’s that don’t work thank you” the line kept moving. Once inside Sandy and I quickly found our spots as close to the front of the field as possible, in hopes of maybe shaking Sara’s hand. Now that we were situated we started the long wait for Palin to arrive, three hours to be exact. Sims Park quickly filled itself to the max; there was still a nice chill in the air taking its time warming up, and no one around us stunk. 
Time didn’t go by slow like you would think three hours of standing would, it seemed like when some guy named Legg I think got up on stage it had only been maybe an hour. Other political people stood and gave their little speech’s trying to energize the crowd, but no one wanted to here them, we all were waiting patently for the main event; Palin. There secret service started filling up all the empty areas of the stage, there were many of them swarmed though out the park, warding off any idiots that may have thought they could get away with something. I could see from where I was standing a Sheriff’s speed boat in the river behind the fabricated stage. I think we 
were pretty well protected there. Lol maybe not though who knows. Every one by this time had their palm palms, premade signs provided by the volunteers, and cameras in hand waiting ever so patently for Sara. Well she arrived, not on time at all, but twenty minutes late. It’s okay though. She started to speak and the crowd went wild, even Sandy standing next to me, a Democrat I might add, joined in on the loud cheers of the way to early to be yelling morning. Sara spoke confidently, and reassuringly; she gave the crowed hope that there will be someone better in office than Nobama. More of what she said than not seemed to be one-liners to get 
the crowed cheering, it was fine with me; I was getting pictures and was still cool from the morning air. I know who I’m voting for so I didn’t really need to hear her speak; I did though want to show my support by being there. I enjoyed her speech though a little short, probably to not lose any ones attention, she was gone in no time. Before leaving though she did walk down bye the front row of people and signed her autograph for a few lucky people, I wish I were one but my camera bag make sure I wasn’t leaving with a signature. 
Within minutes it seemed of her leaving, so did the crowds, leaving behind only their trash in the grass. There were few minglers left after a half hour of her departure and soon I was gone to, leaving New Port Richey’s Sims Park empty except for the cleanup crew making sure the park went back to normal; Calvary Chapel planned a festival for latter today, so it wouldn’t belong before the park was filled again though. Peace.
Mike
I’m a 100 proof sure I wasn’t home
Well it’s ten on this fine, cold, Sunday night. And I just have a few things to write about. 
Yesterday I spent the evening at my parents and got to see my Nana play the Wii for the first time, her first time. She wasn’t very good at it, though it was also her first time ever playing any video game. My step dad won at bowling “the game they played for the night” He is pretty good at it I guess, my sister played along with them too, my Nana, Mom, and Rich, it’s a good thing that Nintendo put lanyards and their controllers because my sister has a wild bowling Wii arm. Lol my mama is really good at the bowling game too, I didn’t play because I just wanted to watch my Nana play and help her if she needed it, “no offence mama you’re not a good Wii game controller teacher person.” Even though my Nana struggled with the game a little she still scored in the hundreds witch in my book isn’t half bad. I still score in the thirties even with the game and not the real thing. It was nice hanging out with most of the family though. My little sister punked me while I was there too. She wiped this essential oil crap on me that smelled like a flower garden. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t so strong, that even after showering I smelled and now my towel smell of it. Thanks Heather! Lol. My Nana like always found my corn rows very amusing. I’m still trying to broaden her cultural horizons. I know she is only playing around though.
To bad I won’t have this long hair for much longer though. Supposedly hospitals won’t hire me if my hair is long; only cuz old people “the large part of the clientele” think it’s scary. So instead of the hospital playing an anti stereo typical role in the community they feed into the old people’s stereo typical beliefs. Or the staff is just as closed minded as the people they care for, either way I guess it has to go.
My little sister Heather thought she would be funny and make some faces at the camera and not think that I would put it online. Well Heater here it is… I hope you’re satisfied. lol
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That’s for putting that smelly oil on me!
Sorry mom that your in the picture too:)
Children Learn What They Live
By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.
If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
A friend sent this to me to take a look at and to see that there are people in the world who think the same way I do. Thanks friend. I think this should be posted on every wall in a child’s room so that the parents can always have this great information embedded into their head. Its sad that we live in a would that posters like this even need to be made. Its sad to even think that there are parents that will read this a laugh because they think its crap, Id love to punch ‘em in the face. Its also sad that I know parents who don’t follow any part of this thing. It’s a crying shame, it really is.
Well to happier thoughts.
I studied almost all weekend and still feel like I’m not ready for my test tomorrow and well I’m only going to score as high as I can remember. I’ll pass though. I always do. While studying this weekend I typed like four pages of New Time Roman 12 point notes and I don’t think much sunk in; I was top busy yelling at the computer for messing up my numbers and note orders.
So tonight I made meatloaf muffins, it’s a Rachel Ray recipe and I love it to death! And I love Rachel Ray too! I would so get her prego with twelve of my kids! just so she would have to keep me around for a whole lotta years and a wedding or two or three. Rachel Ray is the best cooking girl ever.
Oh my god I am freezing right now, hang on while I close a window….
Okay much better… well not really I’m still cold.
So three weeks ago I found out about a great new liquor, Captain Morgan 100 proof, holy 
crap is it good! There is no burning while it rolls down the esophagus and the after taste is very pleasant too. I have had the same bottle for these three weeks and a few people have drank form it too four people on a few different occasions. I do highly recommend Captain Morgan 100 proof, drink it straight, on ice, with an energy drink like a bomb, drink it any way you want; just drink it responsibly. Again it’s a great tasting rum. I’m thinking I may have a shot before bed, just for fun now that I’m thinking of it.
Okay people so you should really tell your friends to read my boring blog just so that they can have some entertainment in life too. If you like what I write tell others about it, let them like it too okay. Its like a reality TV show just in a blog form. Ya’ll can leave comments and questions and I can continue to write and have fun with my spare time.
Wellp I’m off to bed… no I’m off to have a shot then to bed…no I have to get my stuff together for school tomorrow then to bed
Have a good night and God bless
Mike and Nana
Without Nana there wouldn’t have been tonight’s blog, well it would have been really short.
Oh yeah… I love you Rachel Ray!
Michael Trump 