Nothing like a warm, buttery grilled cheese for breakfast. Nutritious. I have to get myself to the grocery store this week, if ever there were time...
This week's been wild and its only Wednesday...
Monday: class, therapy, class, OT tours of the clinic, 5 mi run, 2 AR client reports due Tuesday
Tuesday: class, class (presentation, report submission), 3 mi run, class (quiz), lesson planning, 2 MSD projects due Thursday
Prospective hump day through friday shenanigans:
Wednesday: therapy, SOAP note writing, research, research meeting, 3.5 mi run, continue to work on 2 MSD projects due tomorrow.
Thursday: class (quiz), [2 HOUR BREAK- probably will continue working on MSD], therapy, SOAP note writing, NEW GREY'S.
Friday: clean house, clean dog, clean self.
Tory might come down for the weekend. Yay!
I am in quite a pickle for my external practicum in the fall. I pursued a position at a skilled nursing/rehab facility in NOVA and so far everything has worked out. They accepted my resume, asked me to come in for an informal interview and tour, and began working to schedule me starting in September. Then came the tiniest hiccup in the all-too-perfect plan. I was asked to begin mid-September and wrap things up by Thanksgiving. That will give me about 2 months of experience. Not good. Not to mention the fact that I need to meet ASHA's requirements for certification: 20 hours adult speech therapy, 20 hours adult language therapy, 20 hours adult speech evaluation, and 20 hours adult language evaluation. As of right now, I've got about 10-15 hours of adult language therapy and 5 hours of adult speech therapy.... so I probably need another 60 hours of client contact in the appropriate disorder area to meet my adult requirements.
So needless to say, I was forced to inquire as to the nature and amount of client contact hours the supervisor could forsee during my 2 month stint. We've been corresponding via e-mail and I tried my best to make my inquiry as respectful and professional as possible. I just wonder how possible it is to write an e-mail like that and convey complete professionalism rather than winey panic relying only on 10-point arial font and very cautious word choices. I sent the e-mail last night and am still awaiting a reply. I'm worried.
Actually, just working those 8 weeks would really be fantastic if I could get the hours I need for certification. That schedule would give me 4 weeks off where I could potentially work at Tory's or just relax and catch up on some quality time with my family. It would be pretty ideal if I was able to get the hours I need. That's a pretty substantial if. Oh well, I will quit wining, panicing, and generally beeng a perfectionist worry-wart.
Time to get started on the ever-increasing to-do list. Happy Hump Day. Happy Earth Day.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
april 17, 2009
In spending quite a bit of time alone recently I have found myself becoming very introspective. That, and confiding in my dog on a more eerily regular basis. Some things I have learned about myself this semester:
I find it very difficult to be a spectator in any given situation. I can't keep my mouth shut and it is nearly impossible for me to mind my own business. For some reason, I feel as though everyone should want to hear what I've got to say and if they don't, odds are they're going to hear it anyway.
I thought I was type-A until I started grad school. I realize now that I am no where near as type-A as I once thought. What I have learned is that I am a perfectionist in a sense that is quite different than being Type-A. I somehow have gotten to a point of believing that anything less than the best is failure. I've got a double standard, though because, that same rule does not apply to my friends and peers. I admire them for their efforts and hard work, even when things don't go the way that they intended. I do not know where this insecurity came from or when I started thinking this way. I worry about how I will feel after finals this semester when I haven't gotten a 4.0 this semester. I got an 87 on a midterm and I worry that I won't get an A in that class.
I fear I have very little faith. This is something I am really trying to work on. When things don't go my way or even when there is just a minor hiccup in my perfectly constructed plan, I feel a sense of impended doom and despair. I spend far too much time worrying that things are going to go wrong or not according to plan to realize that often, these little surprises make life all the more interesting and worthwhile. I have always been a believer, I have always had faith in the Lord and in His presence in my life, but recently I have found myself worrying too much about things beyond my immediate control. The pastor at the church I have started attending at home spends a lot of time preaching about surrendering your fears to God and putting your problems in His hands and having faith that He will take care of things. Praying for God's work in your life is worthless if you don't fully surrender fears to Him. To continue worrying is to lack faith that God will lift you up and get you through life's tribulations. I worry too much, but I pray that God will help me to surrender my problems to Him fully and to be at peace with myself.
I think that should suffice as a healthy dose of introspection. Too much more and I will probably be up all night thinking about it. That's all for now.
I find it very difficult to be a spectator in any given situation. I can't keep my mouth shut and it is nearly impossible for me to mind my own business. For some reason, I feel as though everyone should want to hear what I've got to say and if they don't, odds are they're going to hear it anyway.
I thought I was type-A until I started grad school. I realize now that I am no where near as type-A as I once thought. What I have learned is that I am a perfectionist in a sense that is quite different than being Type-A. I somehow have gotten to a point of believing that anything less than the best is failure. I've got a double standard, though because, that same rule does not apply to my friends and peers. I admire them for their efforts and hard work, even when things don't go the way that they intended. I do not know where this insecurity came from or when I started thinking this way. I worry about how I will feel after finals this semester when I haven't gotten a 4.0 this semester. I got an 87 on a midterm and I worry that I won't get an A in that class.
I fear I have very little faith. This is something I am really trying to work on. When things don't go my way or even when there is just a minor hiccup in my perfectly constructed plan, I feel a sense of impended doom and despair. I spend far too much time worrying that things are going to go wrong or not according to plan to realize that often, these little surprises make life all the more interesting and worthwhile. I have always been a believer, I have always had faith in the Lord and in His presence in my life, but recently I have found myself worrying too much about things beyond my immediate control. The pastor at the church I have started attending at home spends a lot of time preaching about surrendering your fears to God and putting your problems in His hands and having faith that He will take care of things. Praying for God's work in your life is worthless if you don't fully surrender fears to Him. To continue worrying is to lack faith that God will lift you up and get you through life's tribulations. I worry too much, but I pray that God will help me to surrender my problems to Him fully and to be at peace with myself.
I think that should suffice as a healthy dose of introspection. Too much more and I will probably be up all night thinking about it. That's all for now.
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