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it's actually not an exam, it's a month long practicum where you do go out with an EMS service and apply what you learn (ie primarys, BLS etc) on patients.

yeah unfortunately he has to take the whole course all over again and it's quite expensive. The thing is the paramedic preceptor was a real jerk to him and the practicum's purpose was for him to show improvement which he did but they still failed him because I guess they didn't like him or something.

Hey guys,

I got this friend, we just finished out EMT practicum and he apparently failed his practicum because his preceptors were real jerks. He's trying to appeal it now to the school but I don't know how it will turn out. I know he would have passed other wise had he had a good preceptor. Has anyone had any experience with this. I'm from alberta by the way. ANyways, any advice would be greatly appreciated!

howdy guys,

I'm from alberta. Just finished my EMT-A and just waiting to write my ACP exam.

Here's another poem:

A Paramedic's Life

No two days may be counted on

For things to be the same

The routine jobs completed

Then comes the waiting game

The mind is set on ready

Whether sleeping or awake

Time's the constant enemy

The difference it can make

Some days it crawls so slowly

But still alert you stay

Then someone's time is running out

As seconds charge away

Adrenaline is pumping

Your race against time starts

Your intellect's in action

with controlled, chaotic parts

Precision, skill and timing

You use them all, but yet

Each call could be the one from hell

Your heart won't soon forget

Your shift then ends, and finally

You're able to relax

Time relents it's power

And soon you're back on track

You will return another day

No two will be alike

For God still writes each ending

In a paramedic's life

Author: unknown

That's a good poem too! thanks for sharing

This is an emt poem I found on the internet. I don't know if I'm putting it in the right section. I'm a noobie

Why I Do It

You watch us leaving,

Lights and sirens blaring.

You think of what the call might be,

But you can never imagine what we see.

The pain and suffering of an elderly dying,

As the family watches begging and crying.

You ask me why I do it,

With all the pain and tears shed how can I survive.

In return I say, Why?!

If you could help a fellow man would you leave him in the shadows to die.

If you could would you not want to give a person another breath to breathe,

And watch as their eyes fill with life instead of death.

Sure pain may come with the job,

But in return there is joy of a life that might be saved.

My team is there for support,

When the pain is more then I can bare.

I'm not in it for the glory,

But to watch the smile of a child that will see another day.

And I thank God for the skills he has given me,

So I may do my best no matter what the scene.

Author: Ryan Landry