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Studio C puts the “C” in NLC

By Corbin Smith

Trivia time.


Are you sure?

Name a comedy sketch show that finds its roots from BYU. It’s now in its 10th season, featuring brand new cast members this year!

Do you know it yet? Maybe this will help.

They are the creators of some viral comedy sketches you may remember. Does the name Scott Sterling ring any bells? What about the worst doctor ever? If not, surely you have seen the one-millionth death!

You got it! It’s Studio C!

Studio C is a comedy sketch television show, similar to Saturday Night Live, that has been produced by BYUtv since 2012. Over the last 8 years, Studio C has shown over 130 episodes, gained over 2.3 million subscribers on YouTube and has had almost 2 billion total views on those videos.

Studio C’s sketches cover a humongous range of subjects. The original 10 cast members performed memorable sketches about anxious secret agents, diving national champions and even a quirky chef obsessed with bisque!

Now the question is: Why would we, the BYU College of Nursing, care? We aren’t necessarily the funniest college on campus (although if you look far enough back on our Instagram page, you might find some memes that will give you a good chuckle). Also, none of the cast members are College of Nursing alumnus, either. Why, then, are we writing about it?

Maybe you can find the answer in these videos:

Did you notice anything familiar? Anything you may have seen or maybe even worked in before?

The curtains must have given it away. The secret is out. Studio C crashed the NLC!

Since the Mary Jane Rawlinson Geertson Nursing Learning Center had its 4 million dollar renovation in 2014, the Studio C cast has visited us multiple times to film some of the memorable sketches we know and love. There might be some future episodes featuring our NLC as well. Make sure to keep your eyes glued to the screen to see how Studio C uses our facility next! Enjoy!



Nursing Students Win the Golden Ticket: Fazer Chocolate Factory


Everyone was overjoyed! Who doesn’t love a chocolate surprise? Photo courtesy of Miles.

When associate teaching professor Dr. Leslie Miles and adjunct faculty member Curt Newman took their students to the Fazer Chocolate Factory tour during the Finland section of the clinical practicum for the public and global health nursing course, little did they know that they would be met with an exciting surprise!

After taking their students to the factory for years, they had become well-known among the tour guides. They were told that this year they would be the 500,000th visitors of the Fazer Factory, and as a reward would be receiving two giant-sized candy bars! They were asked if they would be okay posing for some photos, and they delivered!


Ready to dig in to their chocolate feast! Photo courtesy of Miles.

Miles was elated and says, “[Curt] was just, like, beside himself. And I will confess I was jumping up and down. It was like winning the golden ticket in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!”

The group also received a considerable discount on the chocolate purchased, and the students were quick to put it to good use.


Everyone made good use of their chocolate discount! Notice someone in the window? Photo courtesy of Miles.

If You Click On This Article, All of Your Wildest Dreams Will Come True

By Steven Tibbitts
Steven Tibbitts has worked as a Public Relations Assistant in the BYU College of Nursing since August 2016. He is a Middle East Studies/Arabic major with a minor in International Strategy and Diplomacy.


I confuse people when I meet them. It’s quite entertaining.

Usually it starts when I go to one of my PoliSci classes wearing a College of Nursing media team shirt. As I’m prepping for class, a professor or a student walks by and does the standard maneuver where he or she stops, leans in, and squints at my left breast pocket to see the nursing logo (my eyes are up here).

“Nursing? You’re a nursing major?” Usually this is mixed with some level of surprise, since no one expects to find a nurse in a class about international conflict (forgetting that it will be nurses who handle the aftermath of any fight).

“No, I’m actually an Arabic major; I just work at the College of Nursing.”

That’s when the really funny look of confusion sets in. I might as well have just said that I retake American Heritage every semester for fun or actually find TBS shows funny.

“Oh, that’s interesting. What do you do?”

“Public relations.”

By this point, the cognitive dissonance operates at full steam. Yes, I tell them, I’m a Middle East Studies/Arabic major working as a PR assistant in the BYU nursing college.

Apparently, oranges can be apples.

I’ve worked at the BYU College of Nursing for almost two years straight now. It’s been a wonderful time for me, and I’ve come to know a wonderful part of the BYU community that I never would have experienced otherwise.

The continual dedication and determination of nursing faculty and students is incredible. These students spend one day a week working clinicals at local hospitals, helping real patients as they hone skills that they may one day use on you if your pancreas explodes or if you get the flu (preferably the latter). Their education actually leads to them literally saving people’s lives. That’s impressive.

I’ve also learned something else—these students bring so many different talents and backgrounds to the table that it becomes a cornucopia of unique abilities and skills. If you think being an Arabic major working PR in nursing is special, go talk to Michael Scott, who was a professional firefighter before going to nursing school ( or assistant teaching professor Rod Newman, who wins cowboy sharpshooter competitions when he isn’t teaching (


So much for all nurses being the same. In my time here, I met one student who spent a month biking to raise funds for cancer research ( I interviewed others who took time out of their busy schedule to tutor a fellow nursing student during a visit the Holy Land ( Another graduate student told me about her work visiting refugee camps in Greece and Jordan and evaluating conditions on the ground (

The same goes for teachers. Assistant teaching professor Scott Summers inspired me when he told me about how his family faced the trial of having a son born with an incredibly rare medical condition ( I spent a day shadowing associate professor Dr. Beth Luthy and assistant teaching professor Lacey Eden as representatives from the CDC interviewed them about their work on immunizations ( Did you know that one of the nursing faculty once woke up to the sound of missiles exploding above his apartment (

Even the nursing alumni continue to change both the world and me. I connected with one BYU nursing grad who helped start an international clinic in Abu Dhabi, and turned out to be family! (see our latest magazine). Another of our best-known examples is Holly Christensen, an alumna who now runs a special organization that makes princess and pirate wigs for children with cancer (

One of the most touching experiences I had at the College was interviewing representatives from the advocacy organization Meningitis Angels. Johnny Dantona, 21, was one of the organization’s workers who hobbled out of an elevator to meet with me in September 2016. Johnny lost both of his legs to meningitis at a young age. However, despite the crippling effects of the disease, he continued to participate in ROTC (including running a mile on the track without prosthetics) and volunteer with Meningitis Angels (


Dantona and other representatives from Meningitis Angels, along with BYU Nursing faculty

The lesson I keep coming back to is that nobody can be defined by a single label. There is so much more to everyone that we meet, each of whom has a different set of background experiences, talents, and interests. Our nursing students are not just expert medical workers—they are communicators, designers, athletes, singers, and activists.

It’s in our best interest to get to know people in a way that prevents generalization and truly allows for the applying of the Healer’s art. It’s about loving each person one by one and not simply lumping him or her into one category based on one identifying trait. I’m forever grateful to the nursing students and faculty who showed me by their example how to be a more caring and compassionate individual.




An Arabic Major’s Humorous Experience Learning How to Administer an IV

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“Be sure to inform the patient of the prick…”

I vaguely registered these words as I stared at the computer monitor. The presentation seemed to be dragging itself out a little, and my concentration was slipping.

“Be sure to properly dispose any blood-splattered material…”

My eyes shot open. Run that by me again? Blood-splattered material? Was I practicing to be a nurse or a butcher?

The flurry of medical terms that began erupting from the headphones about cannulation and catheters confirmed that indeed, this was IV placement training, and augmented how out of place I felt in the Mary Jane Rawlins Geertsen Nursing Learning Center.

My name is Steven Tibbitts, and I am a public relations assistant in the BYU College of Nursing. I am also a Middle East Studies/Arabic major. This means that when nursing faculty and students start talking about dyspnea and dilation, I’m usually grabbing a dictionary.

Given my non-medical background, it was decided that I would go through some of the same computer/machine training for IV placement that nursing students complete in order to write a story on the difficulty level.

Summary to the non-initiated—it’s hard. Lazy readers can stop here.

NLC Assistant Supervisor Kristen Whipple guided me through the process, giving me the same instructions she gives to normal students. The whole system is composed of a computer program and a small machine to which you administer the IV. For a nursing student to pass, they have to earn a 73% on the procedure.

I first had to watch several training videos. They made me feel good by reminding me how much easier Arabic is to understand than medical terminology.

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“What does this all mean?”

Following that, an image flashed on the screen about a patient to whom I would administer an IV, complete with a backstory about the accident that put her in the hospital. I could not help but think that the accident might not wind up being the worst part of her day by the time we were done.

It was time to get down to business. I selected the mid-arm as the injection point, and then scrambled to figure out what supplies I would require, my lack of understanding evident in the questions I asked myself aloud. How many needles? Which kind? Wait, IV needles come in gauges? (Nursing students, try not to mock me too much here.)

The program then had me prepare to administer the IV, first by informing the patient of the impending procedure, and then putting on rubber gloves with a satisfying snap. It then instructed me to test the viability of my selected injection site. This was accomplished by touching the part of the machine that mimicked human skin and feeling the pulse that it generated.

Easy, I thought, just like surgery class in first grade when Miss Conn taught us how to identify strong blood flow by palpating the patient’s veins…wait…

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“Here goes nothing…oh wait, there’s blood!”

With a site selected, I washed it on the computer and then realized that it was actually time to use the pointy thing. I apologized profusely to the imaginary patient, picked up the needle, and gingerly began to maneuver it into the hole on the machine that represented the insertion point. I watched my progress on the screen, realizing that most likely a real patient would be filling out lawsuit papers by now with the arm that I had not maimed.  However, after some fiddling, I did manage to place the catheter.

About that point, I remembered that I needed to warn the patient that I was going to place the IV, so they received a heads up a solid two minutes after the fact.

As you might guess, my initial score was not superb.  The report had many tips that Whipple helped me understand, like not moving the needle back and forth in the vein (be grateful that I will never be a nurse) and warning the patient before I poke them.

I practiced several times, achieved a 92 on the third, and then called it quits when my scores began precipitously plummeting to the 60s. In fact, I never managed to completely the procedure successfully by the program’s standards. One of the times even resulted in the patient bleeding profusely (this attempt is highlighted in the above video).

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“I need to flee the country before they sue!”

While I was contemplating my failure, Whipple explained to me the same thing that she does to Type A nursing students who get only a 73.

Obviously, the computer program is not a real patient. It is like a nursing video game whose purpose is to initiate students into IV training. This training is coupled with practicing on manikin arms and other materials, so the skill is finely honed during first semester, despite what people’s initial results may be with the machine. It is all about practice.

The experience showed me that a) I’m happy to stick with العربي and b) nursing students are very well trained and capable. Their program is rigorous and ensures that students are able to provide care in an effective way, all with the Spirit. The BYU College of Nursing holds its students to a high standard, which translates into better patient care and safer medical practices.

In summary, if you’re in a hospital and you find a BYU College of Nursing graduate administering your IV, rest easy, you’re in good hands.

If it’s me, run for the hills.

On Prayer, Gumption, and Gratitude

Note: To offer more insight into the lives of nursing students, we are sending Steven, a writer for the College of Nursing, to the weekly Nursing Stress Management Course. Steven is a Middle East Studies/Arabic major.

Shortly after I entered class, Assistant teaching professor Dr. Leslie Miles was beginning to tell a story from one of the times she took nursing students to study in Finland. We all were busting a gut (or LOLing, in the terminology of my fellow millennials), but the story ended up laying the foundation for the rest of the class.

Basically, she and her students were struggling to get around during Finland’s equivalent of 4th of July. Both the public areas and the tram they managed to get on were crowded with rowdy, inebriated Finns who were making life, shall we say, interesting for the students. To make matters worse, the tram stopped far from their desired destination and the conductor, who didn’t speak English, wanted them to get off.

Through a combination of prayer and gumption, Miles somehow managed to convey to the driver that they needed to go to their hospice. Under no requirement to do so, he left his assigned route and graciously drove them through the city to their hospice, ignoring angry people waiting to board at other stations. It was nothing short of miraculous.

The off-the-cuff tale was followed by the usual review of our week and our stress levels. The topic of our discussion was to be gratitude. I wondered if this would be like one of many Sunday School lessons I had heard on the topic. However, Sunday School lessons usually don’t start with a Ted Talk.

In it, a little girl and an old man give their perspectives on life. The little girl matter-of-factly acknowledges how much adventure lies outside her home, while the older gentleman says that each of us should live each day as if it were our first and our last. This was an interesting thought, since frequently, life tends to get in the way of us stopping to smell the roses or enjoying a fresh Cougar Tail.


Students discuss their stress levels.

Miles poignantly asked the students if they had lost their imagination since entering nursing school. There were chuckles, but everyone was wondering the same thing: had they?

Miles discussed how oftentimes it is hard to be grateful in stressful situations. These situations test us and push us to the limit, which makes finding things to be grateful for even more important. Calmness can come, she assured us.

Then she weaved in her earlier story—the reason that she had been calm on that tram in Finland, she said, was because “I knew that I would be guided to what I had to do.” That trust in God had allowed her to protect the students and get home safely.

With that, we were assigned to make lists of things for which we were grateful. The lists were not to be just the typical answers like life and the Gospel, but more specific ideas. Some that came to me included not having to use Roman numerals and the fact that I have shoelaces (and shoes, on top of that). As we discussed our simple responses, we realized just how much good we have in our lives.

The best part, Miles said, was that if we made it a habit to do this kind of exercise, we would be not only be more relaxed, but we would have more to talk about with Heavenly Father at the end of the day.

This class may not have had as much interactive activities like the last few times, but it did manage to open my mind more on the topic of gratitude. I could not help but think of President Hinckley, who said, “Be believing. Be happy. Don’t get discouraged. Things will work out.” How true indeed.

A Sisterhood Scholarship and Africa

On April 30, 2016, Bethany Lambson, a recent BYU graduate in the College of Nursing spoke at the 81st annual convention of the Utah State Chapter Philanthropic Educational Organization Sisterhood. Lambson received the Ruth S. Clayton Memorial Nursing Scholarship Fund, which provides need-based financial assistance for a woman to study nursing, with the goal of attaining a registered nurse degree.  This scholarship blessed Lambson’s life in a variety of ways but especially regarding her trip to Africa.

Well into her nursing program, Bethany was preparing to complete her clinical practicum for the public and global health nursing course. However, her circumstance changed when her husband accepted an internship in Uganda. With him in May 2014 for a few months, Bethany petitioned the college of nursing and was granted an independent nursing internship in Africa with her husband.


While there, they lived in the office of Days for Girls and she traveled with her husband to different villages. There she taught menstrual hygiene management and reproductive health, as well as working in different hospitals. One location included a neonatal intensive care unit where she cared for over 60 newborns and new mothers.

At the convention she expressed her gratitude for the P.E.O, and the knowledge and experience she gained from her trip. The experience changed her life and with the assistance from the P.E.O. scholarship, she was truly able to “learn the Healer’s art”.


Laughter: the best medicine

According to The Washington Post, “humor has been shown to decrease health-care workers’ anxiety, create a sense of control, and boost spirits in difficult moments.”

For that reason, we are sharing some humorous stories today from nurses around the country.221fdcec88710d005cdd65ab554f93a1

“On a busy med-surg floor, the doctor stopped to brief me on a patient’s condition: ‘This patient is a fellow physician and my favorite golf partner. His injury is serious and I fear he will not be able to play golf again unless you follow my orders exactly.’

The doctor then began listing orders: ‘You must give an injection in a different location every 20 minutes, followed by a second injection exactly five minutes after the first. He must take two pills at exactly every hour, followed by one pill every 15 minutes for eight hours. He must drink no more and no less than 10 ounces of water every 25 minutes and must void between. Soak his arm in warm water for 15 minutes, then place ice for 10 minutes and repeat over and over for the rest of the day. Give range of motion every 30 minutes. He requires a back rub and foot rub every hour. Feed him something tasty every hour. Be cheerful and do whatever he asks at all times. Chart his condition and vital signs every 20 minutes. You must do these things exactly as I ordered or his injury will not heal properly, and he will not able to play golf well.’

The doctor left and I entered the patient’s room. I was greeted by anxious family members and an equally anxious patient. All quickly asked what the doctor had said about the patient. I stated, ‘The doctor said that you will live.’ Then quickly reviewing the orders, I added, ‘But you will have to learn a new sport.'”

— from Scrubs Magazine

“A hospital posted a notice in the nurses’ lounge that said: ‘Remember, the first five minutes of a human being’s life are the most dangerous.’ Underneath, a nurse had written: ‘The last five are pretty risky, too.'”

— from Scrubs Magazine

“Hospital regulations require a wheelchair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn’t need my help to leave the hospital.

After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator. On the way down, I asked him if his wife was meeting him.

‘I don’t know,’ he said. ‘She’s still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.’

— from Scrubs Magazine

“One evening while administering medication to an elderly lady the following exchange took place:nursing-quotations-funny

‘Hi, I have your medication for you.’

‘Oh, okay.’

‘I’m gonna give you some Pepcid for your stomach, but I’m putting it in your IV.’

(Patient looked a bit perplexed) ‘Okay. Uhmmm…I have a question.’

‘Oh, what’s your question?’

‘Well, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I was just wondering …why Pepsi and not Coke?’

— from Scrubs Magazine

I was the only nurse on duty during the morning shift and together with a nursing aide, we were caring for five newborn babies. We liked to talk in shortened sentences to save time and incredibly, we could understand each other easily.

During the shift, one of the babies being monitored was undergoing photolight therapy with standard order of resting intervals whenever her body temperature became elevated. While providing morning care to another baby, our nursing aide shouted from the other side of our unit.

‘Hey, baby G’s temp is 37.6. Shall I kill the lights off?’

‘Wait, I’ll double check the chart.’

Unnoticed by us, a relative approached our area to borrow a pen.

‘Yeah, 37.6 is not safe. Kill it off!’

‘You better be sure. This is not going to be easy! She’s gonna cry hard!’

I glanced at the relative and she was looking positively horrified! She didn’t know that we were just talking about the photolight machine that had a very noisy light switch.”

— from Nurse Buff

Share your fun nursing stories in the comments!