Saturday, June 23, 2018
So, today is my day for a 5 hour CPR class. My teaching license has expired and I must revive it if I want to continue educating our nation's youth, which I do. Part of being professionally developed is knowing how to save lives, so I accept that I must now leave my coffee cup and head to the YMCA. And yet, I wonder why it takes 5 hours to teach CPR? A few squeezes to the diaphragm. A few pounds to the chest. I could probably get this done in 30 to 50 minutes.
I actually saved 20Something's life once, using my CPR skills. She was choking on an apple. Maybe if I mention that to the instructor today, she'll realize that she can proceed at a faster pace.
I am sad to be losing 5 hours of my weekend to CPR training, but I'm also excited to hone my life saving skills.
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