Just a moment
So, I have a spare second and I figured that I should post.
Things are hectic and stressful, but good. School is going well. I am slowly creating a crowd that I enjoy bsttin g shit around with. I am feeling confident in speaking up about issues re: cultural competancy and diversity as many of my classmates aren't so well-versed. I feel like I have something to share and can help educate rather than sluff it off onto the shoulders of the students of color. It feels good to speak with conviction.
My favorite class is Forensic Psych--it's all about working in the legal system and with clients who are in jail or prison. It's fascinating and I feel like I would be damn good at it.
A couple of my other classes are kinda slow, but it leaves me more time to do toher stuff that needs doing. Get this: I have to take Statistics before next year. I cheated my way through Algebra, so I have to start from the first floor. I'm taking a research methodology class next year, so I need to be ready for it.
My practicum is great and I have two activiely psychotic patients on my caseload. One knows that she is delusional, and the other believes her delusions.
My big stress is the house. Rainy season is sneaking up and it's also the high season for work being done on houses and we need work done like gang-busters. I'm spending crazy time trying to just get folks in to give us quotes, nevermind in to do the work. We have no kitchen, have a hole in the side of the house, and have windows on order. Finally we're getting heaters in and we're trying to redo the gutter drainage system before all hell breaks loose. We've been working on the house for nearly a year and I am over living in one room and fighting plaster dust. I would give my eye teeth to have a house that I could clean and straighten. We haven't had guests over in a year!!! I am on the verge of doing the work myself and fucking everything off until it is done, but that is not realistic. I might fuck off the class today and work on our kitchen, though. Yeah, I think I will do that.
And, *looks back and forth in a sneaky fashion* Noam and I are seeing if we can get ourselves knocked up. Yeah, we are ready to be parents. Why? Because we just aren't chaotic enough. We figured, what the hell? If we can plan a wedding, barely detox from that after the wedding, throw ourselves into buying a house, start my doctoral program, Noam works his butt off and I work with ex-cons--well, what makes more sense than a baby in all this?! Actually, we're really excited about it, and somewhat fearful, but I think we would be insane not to have some trepidation.
And, thank you Miss L for reminding of your birthday tommorrow. I need the reminder and I appreciate it muchly.
Things are hectic and stressful, but good. School is going well. I am slowly creating a crowd that I enjoy bsttin g shit around with. I am feeling confident in speaking up about issues re: cultural competancy and diversity as many of my classmates aren't so well-versed. I feel like I have something to share and can help educate rather than sluff it off onto the shoulders of the students of color. It feels good to speak with conviction.
My favorite class is Forensic Psych--it's all about working in the legal system and with clients who are in jail or prison. It's fascinating and I feel like I would be damn good at it.
A couple of my other classes are kinda slow, but it leaves me more time to do toher stuff that needs doing. Get this: I have to take Statistics before next year. I cheated my way through Algebra, so I have to start from the first floor. I'm taking a research methodology class next year, so I need to be ready for it.
My practicum is great and I have two activiely psychotic patients on my caseload. One knows that she is delusional, and the other believes her delusions.
My big stress is the house. Rainy season is sneaking up and it's also the high season for work being done on houses and we need work done like gang-busters. I'm spending crazy time trying to just get folks in to give us quotes, nevermind in to do the work. We have no kitchen, have a hole in the side of the house, and have windows on order. Finally we're getting heaters in and we're trying to redo the gutter drainage system before all hell breaks loose. We've been working on the house for nearly a year and I am over living in one room and fighting plaster dust. I would give my eye teeth to have a house that I could clean and straighten. We haven't had guests over in a year!!! I am on the verge of doing the work myself and fucking everything off until it is done, but that is not realistic. I might fuck off the class today and work on our kitchen, though. Yeah, I think I will do that.
And, *looks back and forth in a sneaky fashion* Noam and I are seeing if we can get ourselves knocked up. Yeah, we are ready to be parents. Why? Because we just aren't chaotic enough. We figured, what the hell? If we can plan a wedding, barely detox from that after the wedding, throw ourselves into buying a house, start my doctoral program, Noam works his butt off and I work with ex-cons--well, what makes more sense than a baby in all this?! Actually, we're really excited about it, and somewhat fearful, but I think we would be insane not to have some trepidation.
And, thank you Miss L for reminding of your birthday tommorrow. I need the reminder and I appreciate it muchly.