Bryman College-North

I was wondering how in the world anyone could have given this Byman College a good review, then I read the story in the previous review. This kids gets a free teeth cleaning at Bryman and gives it a good review. The truth is, THIS particular Byrman School is out for one thing and one thing only, MONEY. The classes are a joke. Teachers miss classes and student just sit there and do book work. Assignments get lost. NO ONE REALLY GET“S HELP FINDING A JOB. The drop out rate is high. The sucess rate is low. They target low income individuals and have them sign up for loans that will haunt them for many years to come, long after they are still working in retail and fast food because thier education is useless.
By the way, they were recently hit with a fraudulant law suite by the Government and had to pay hundreds of thousands of dollars.

So…
Before I begin my review of the Dental School within Bryman College, allow me to relay a small story.
My mom was always diligent about my dental hygiene growing up, but I had that tooth explosion in my mouth — you know like Jewel? Teeth on top of teeth, growing all up in my gums. So I got braces, for SEVEN years I had them. And I had to wear effing neck gear at night. My orthodontist was this old ass insane man with the same birthday as me, who obsessively would sit in his chair watching the stock ticker on CNN while he would work on my teeth, WITHOUT GLOVES, and his pot belly would press aginst my cheek and growl. Ugh. When I would ask if I could finally get my braces off, he always said, «You need another month hun. One more month.»
When I was 17 I called to reschedule one of my monthly appts, and the hygenist answered and let me know he had died; I naturally felt HORRIBLE. I felt so guilty — I would always joke that he would have to die before I got rid of my metal mouth. God!
So there was some young buck who had taken his place. He saw me shortly thereafter, removed my braces, told me I needed no retainer, and that I basically needed to get the hell out of there and never come back.
Between the ages of 18 – 20 I periodically had dental appts through my mom’s insurance when I was in school, but after I became my own grown up person, vascillating between having dental coverage and not, I fell off the dental wagon. Yeah yeah, I brush and floss every day, I actually kind of enjoy it. But I have not been to the dentist in over 5 years. My teeth are like a Monet — shiny looking from afar, straight, pretty to look at, but up close, butt nasty and all stained from alochol/​coffee/​smokes/​god knows what else.
I’m a dental dud.
So where does Bryman College come into play? Well, a couple of months ago, my former admin’s kid sister was attending the dental school, and was desperate for victims, er, volunteers, for free cleanings during her exams.
So I figured to myself — «Perfect! I’ll get little sistah to clean my teeth, get em all nice, tell me some of my problems so I’m prepared, and then when I go to the real dentist, it won’t be so nasty and surprising.» Hmmm.
Anyways. I drove down to San Jo from Oakland at 7 in the morning on a Saturday, after being out all night Friday, all for this free cleaning. She told me no coffee the week before, I had like 20 cups. Get to this school, some people escort me and my friend into a waiting room, which is basically a classroom, and they put on the Jungle Book for us. Yes. Jungle Book.
I had to sign some paperwork that lil sister filled out for me, and she didn’t know my last name, so she wrote out a fake name, so then I had to forge some fake signature. Then I had to take my own blood pressure and temperature.
Eventually I got summoned into the dental chair, and little sister is like, «just sit here, be calm, DON’T act like it hurts, even if it does, I’ll fail!»
ahh!
She puts this pink crap on my teeth, that apparently makes all my shit stains on my teeth glow so the real dentist/​teacher can see all my imperfections, and then after the cleaning, more pink crap to compare.
She was all, «Your teeth ain’t that bad. You got hella shit behind your teeth though, damn. And you got wisdom teeth underneath your gums in the back, so they’e causing your lower teeth to get all crooked and on top of eachother. You need em out.»
She would hella dig in and clean. «Move your tongue! hold the air. Use the air, you’re drooling!»
Then she put the water spout in my mouth. «Jess, close your mouth around the spout! Damn!!! Quit laughing, you’ll get me in trouble!!»
Then the teacher aide would come around and go, «Clean her upper right bicuspid a little more. And tooth number 32 on the bottom. Hurry!»
Then the dentist came by and was like, «Yay! Perfect!»
Then I went back in the room, waited for my friend, watched the Jungle Book twice. What was taking so long?
My friend came back into the room whimpering. Little sister was all, «Dude, he bled.»
But all in all, a really cool non nerve wracking experience that I did not take too seriously. And now my teeth sparkle. For free ninety free!
And now I’m less freaked out by the dental chair and making an appointment. Now I just have to go and make one.
Consider this place recommended.