Every good wine needs a cracka’.
Yet again I’ve come to realize that life cannot have its downs without ups - but the vice-versa also rings true, baby! Today had its fair share of both.
I went to IN 130 with my presentation all prepared - all 19 slides. It was supposed to be a 3-5 minute speech. Guess who had too much to say? I went for seven minutes, and didn’t even get through half of it. And I have to redo some of my slides, because Suzann told me there were some slides that just had too much info on them. However, a few fellow classmates said that my presentation went really well - and that I have a way with connecting with my audience. Haha ... I thought I was stumbling all over the place!
After class, found out that I passed my Aesthetic Engagement with flying colors. Level four, and no re-write, baby! I really thought I did rather poorly - but it looks like others thought the complete opposite. Fine by me! And it looks like I’m getting my level three in communications. Basically, to translate the Alverno lingo there - I’ve done amazingly well and have been given the opportunity to pass out of every class possible as a result of my work. I’d heard about this possibility at the beginning of the semester, but never thought in a million years that I would be in this situation. And I don’t think I’ve ever been so proud.
Came out of class to discover that Moe was out of “surgery.” My moped is back home with me! I rode my moped at normal speeds for the first time since before my accident. And though I was still a little nervous, I smiled all the way home. I even went back to my singing in the wind. “I’ve got a moped … It is a blue one … you cannot have it …” My hands were so cold by the time that I got home, but I was just really really happy to spend time with my baby again. :-) Apparently my carburetor was all gunked up. Well, whatever the case - Moe’s better.
Went to work, even though I just wanted to sleep. I actually had a pretty good night. I love joking with patients and making them smile. And, I love getting candy. Haha. I don’t like to eat it much - but just getting it makes me smile. But there were some feelings of “oh dang.” I’m just glad no one noticed. “I’m being totally sarcastic - but little do you know that I am completely serious.” Bwahaha. Boot camp is going well. I felt really bad for the family on 4F. All of those memories came flooding back, and it took a lot out of me to hold back my own tears. I wanted to help, but there was really nothing that I could do. All I could do was close my eyes and hope that I wouldn’t run into anyone with my hands full of trays.
I came home to find a comment from my favorite person in the whole world, and it just made things all better. Even in the midst of sorrow, there is always a shining glimmer of hope.
Today was a rollercoaster - one, that in many ways, I was not ready to ride. But I’ve made it through and am looking towards a brighter tomorrow.
I went to IN 130 with my presentation all prepared - all 19 slides. It was supposed to be a 3-5 minute speech. Guess who had too much to say? I went for seven minutes, and didn’t even get through half of it. And I have to redo some of my slides, because Suzann told me there were some slides that just had too much info on them. However, a few fellow classmates said that my presentation went really well - and that I have a way with connecting with my audience. Haha ... I thought I was stumbling all over the place!
After class, found out that I passed my Aesthetic Engagement with flying colors. Level four, and no re-write, baby! I really thought I did rather poorly - but it looks like others thought the complete opposite. Fine by me! And it looks like I’m getting my level three in communications. Basically, to translate the Alverno lingo there - I’ve done amazingly well and have been given the opportunity to pass out of every class possible as a result of my work. I’d heard about this possibility at the beginning of the semester, but never thought in a million years that I would be in this situation. And I don’t think I’ve ever been so proud.
Came out of class to discover that Moe was out of “surgery.” My moped is back home with me! I rode my moped at normal speeds for the first time since before my accident. And though I was still a little nervous, I smiled all the way home. I even went back to my singing in the wind. “I’ve got a moped … It is a blue one … you cannot have it …” My hands were so cold by the time that I got home, but I was just really really happy to spend time with my baby again. :-) Apparently my carburetor was all gunked up. Well, whatever the case - Moe’s better.
Went to work, even though I just wanted to sleep. I actually had a pretty good night. I love joking with patients and making them smile. And, I love getting candy. Haha. I don’t like to eat it much - but just getting it makes me smile. But there were some feelings of “oh dang.” I’m just glad no one noticed. “I’m being totally sarcastic - but little do you know that I am completely serious.” Bwahaha. Boot camp is going well. I felt really bad for the family on 4F. All of those memories came flooding back, and it took a lot out of me to hold back my own tears. I wanted to help, but there was really nothing that I could do. All I could do was close my eyes and hope that I wouldn’t run into anyone with my hands full of trays.
I came home to find a comment from my favorite person in the whole world, and it just made things all better. Even in the midst of sorrow, there is always a shining glimmer of hope.
Today was a rollercoaster - one, that in many ways, I was not ready to ride. But I’ve made it through and am looking towards a brighter tomorrow.