Normal

What to blog about:

1) I told off an internet "acquaintance" who asked me to text him after maybe two messages and STILL gave me drama. How do these people find me?
2) My e-mail inbox now proudly boasts an invitation to an adult kickball league in Tulsa.
3) There are three majors tests/quizzes next week. Are all teachers prescribed to the same curricular rubric?
4) A girl in my night class told me about a job opening at a local hospital in the next couple of months. It would give me excellent PT experience, but I'd be working almost full time and taking classes at night. It's nice to have an option, but I think this is impossible if I want to go to PT school by Fall '08.
5) Lab Partner and I were the last to finish again today. We are slow but accurate and learn a lot as we go along. He asked me if I was a Christian tonight. He said he asks everyone and why, because every once in awhile he comes across one and just wants to make sure. "It's tough love," he tells the people who are combative about it.

There. Now I've told you about lots of new things that are happening in my life and I still don't feel guilty for blogging while I should be studying. I know this stuff anyway.

Oh, just after I clicked "Publish" I thought about something that's been on my mind lately. When I think of being a physical therapist, I steer toward the athletic rehabilitation, of course. But another image comes through my mind.

I picture babies and toddlers, born with congenital spinal and developmental disorders. They need back or leg braces, walkers, or crutches, because without them they can't support their own weight or center of gravity. I can picture them smiling and laughing because they don't know anything's wrong. Their instincts aren't enough; nature doesn't teach children how to walk with prosthetics and orthotics. I want to help them more than anything.

Maybe this is the idealism every person going into the health care field experiences. I realize that it won't be like this. I will have parents, loved ones, old people yelling at me. People will be injured, debilitated, frustrated. But it will be worth it to me, and this is the greatest motivation in the world.