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I graduated from PT school on Sunday. I still can hardly believe it. I kind of think there's something off with my own ...milestone-excitement gauge because I'm mostly like "well, of course I did!" But other people, like my family & close friends, are extremely celebratory and happy for me. And shit, I'm happy for me too that I don't have to go back there ever again :D But my excitement is tempered with a bit of fear (which I am very aware of) --fear of taking the boards, fear of not passing the boards the first time, fear of having to take them again in March with the effects of having a 6-wk-old baby, fear of being on my own at a job. Which is silly because anywhere I choose to work will A. have a mentorship program and B. know that I'm a new grad and treat me accordingly. But it's still a huge responsibility that I don't know if I'm ready for. Better tell myself I'm ready for it!
I am incredibly proud of myself, though. There were times (oh, about all of them) when I didn't think I'd make it, or it felt like it would never end. BUT IT DID. And I finally participated in a formal college graduation ceremony, complete with mortarboard and gown and velvet stripes on my sleeves and a big doofy awesome hood. I had to rent my gear, so I kept it for the rest of the day and wore it to the celebratory dinner at my parents' that night -- I earned it!
My mom is already telling everyone she knows about how I "attended" graduation, she thinks it's hilarious. See, I developed some pubic pain the day before --nothing worrisome, just new-- and decided I didn't want to sit through the whole 3+ hour ceremony, especially because we'd be standing for the first at ~30-45 min of it. I decided that if it were feasible, I'd leave after I did my little turn on the catwalk. Turns out Someone was on my side, because the way the walking route was worked out perfectly for me to escape after. So I walked on stage, shook the president's hand, got hooded, walked down the ramp in the middle of the stage & floor where the graduates sat, turned a corner in the aisle, made another turn, got my picture taken, and kept on walking out the door (I told the guy I had to go to the bathroom, teehee). She loves that I was ballsy enough to do it; I do too, a little. Also, pain.
I was sad to miss the formal class picture taken afterward, with all our hoods, but I'm told the reception thrown by our faculty was really awkward (and the cake went really fast bc one of my profs is incompetent in everything), so I'm not as sad as I thought I'd be.
And so now I'm a doctor :) Now that I've graduated, I'm not sure how I feel about being called "doctor." I mean yes, I did earn my doctorate degree, but it's not the same as a physician. It's the same level as a law degree, and lawyers don't go by Dr. _______; they go by ________, Esq. I guess I could go by Rae, DPT. But anyone wants to call me Dr. Rae, I won't stop'em...
In other news, Pickle has just finished her morning calisthenics, so I suppose now I can get up and start my day. And maybe eat something. Sleeping in till 10 just wrecks one's daily schedule so... :D (don't judge me, I'm hoarding sleep)
I am incredibly proud of myself, though. There were times (oh, about all of them) when I didn't think I'd make it, or it felt like it would never end. BUT IT DID. And I finally participated in a formal college graduation ceremony, complete with mortarboard and gown and velvet stripes on my sleeves and a big doofy awesome hood. I had to rent my gear, so I kept it for the rest of the day and wore it to the celebratory dinner at my parents' that night -- I earned it!
My mom is already telling everyone she knows about how I "attended" graduation, she thinks it's hilarious. See, I developed some pubic pain the day before --nothing worrisome, just new-- and decided I didn't want to sit through the whole 3+ hour ceremony, especially because we'd be standing for the first at ~30-45 min of it. I decided that if it were feasible, I'd leave after I did my little turn on the catwalk. Turns out Someone was on my side, because the way the walking route was worked out perfectly for me to escape after. So I walked on stage, shook the president's hand, got hooded, walked down the ramp in the middle of the stage & floor where the graduates sat, turned a corner in the aisle, made another turn, got my picture taken, and kept on walking out the door (I told the guy I had to go to the bathroom, teehee). She loves that I was ballsy enough to do it; I do too, a little. Also, pain.
I was sad to miss the formal class picture taken afterward, with all our hoods, but I'm told the reception thrown by our faculty was really awkward (and the cake went really fast bc one of my profs is incompetent in everything), so I'm not as sad as I thought I'd be.
And so now I'm a doctor :) Now that I've graduated, I'm not sure how I feel about being called "doctor." I mean yes, I did earn my doctorate degree, but it's not the same as a physician. It's the same level as a law degree, and lawyers don't go by Dr. _______; they go by ________, Esq. I guess I could go by Rae, DPT. But anyone wants to call me Dr. Rae, I won't stop'em...
In other news, Pickle has just finished her morning calisthenics, so I suppose now I can get up and start my day. And maybe eat something. Sleeping in till 10 just wrecks one's daily schedule so... :D (don't judge me, I'm hoarding sleep)