Last night, Lab Partner and I were busy busy busy studying chemistry, and we decided to go to a coffee shop off campus because he doesn't have a car and I figured he could stand to get off campus every now and again.
We were just minding out own business when the barista yells, "Would L-- please come to the counter?"
I was standing right there, talking to a "friend" from high school, and I said, "I'm L--, but I don't think you're talking to me."
"Do you know a Chewbacca?"
My heart starts pounding.
"Why, yes."
"He wants you to have this drink." She flips a cup with my name and the word "chai" on it.
My Boyfriend is wonderful!
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Talking myself down
Sometimes this blog helps just to talk myself down haha...
I am super stressed for my three tests in the next two days. My pulse is racing, even. This morning, I sat down to compose a blog entry saying I was at peace with my tests tomorrow. I've studied the past couple of weeks here and there, but these are the first major exams. To top it off, things are happening in my personal life, too. Everything always happens at once. It's crazy how that works, and never fails!
Ever since that last post when I talked about my vision to help people with prosthetics and orthotics, I have been looking into my options. Apparently, to become certified in that area would only take me until the end of the summer. Do I want to limit myself to that particular specialty? I e-mailed someone from OU, so when I get her advice, I will let you all know!
Today in my parents' mailbox, a nice little Valentine's card was waiting for me from a friend at my old school. Wayne is one of the best guys I have ever known. I am so grateful that he's such a considerate friend. I was his student mentor a year ago when he was a freshman, and he sent me a birthday card after I'd only known him a couple of weeks!
I wish I didn't have to go to my night class, but I think we are getting a take-home test tonight, and flashcards and vocabulary quizzes are helpful. Hopefully, the study session New Friend, Lab Partner, and I arranged will pay off and put my mind at ease. I can study for Anatomy between classes tomorrow, I just remembered.
There, that helps a little...
I am super stressed for my three tests in the next two days. My pulse is racing, even. This morning, I sat down to compose a blog entry saying I was at peace with my tests tomorrow. I've studied the past couple of weeks here and there, but these are the first major exams. To top it off, things are happening in my personal life, too. Everything always happens at once. It's crazy how that works, and never fails!
Ever since that last post when I talked about my vision to help people with prosthetics and orthotics, I have been looking into my options. Apparently, to become certified in that area would only take me until the end of the summer. Do I want to limit myself to that particular specialty? I e-mailed someone from OU, so when I get her advice, I will let you all know!
Today in my parents' mailbox, a nice little Valentine's card was waiting for me from a friend at my old school. Wayne is one of the best guys I have ever known. I am so grateful that he's such a considerate friend. I was his student mentor a year ago when he was a freshman, and he sent me a birthday card after I'd only known him a couple of weeks!
I wish I didn't have to go to my night class, but I think we are getting a take-home test tonight, and flashcards and vocabulary quizzes are helpful. Hopefully, the study session New Friend, Lab Partner, and I arranged will pay off and put my mind at ease. I can study for Anatomy between classes tomorrow, I just remembered.
There, that helps a little...
Thursday, February 8, 2007
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.
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.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
All Smiles!
...Even though I accidentally slept through chemistry. I couldn't help it! I stayed up too late reading anatomy. That's my only flaw. Like New Friend told me today, "Jesus knew I needed sleep more." It was a very productive day because I got some sleep, most of anatomy read, and a lot of my take-home test finished for medical terminology class.
Lab partner and I get along very well! We've already gotten through the awkward hoops and so far, where he is experiment-savvy, I am precise and analytical in the interpretation of the data. We SO need each other. He walked me to my car today because it was dark, and I thought that was super sweet of him. I can't help it, but everytime he opens his mouth, he reminds me of Dallas Mavericks point guard, Jason Terry.
Tomorrow I don't have class until 12:30!! Granted, BodyDoc has promised she'll keep us the full three hours every time and sometimes go over, but I'm undeterred. I like her, even though she made us watch the corniest movie I have ever seen (Buttercream Gang, notwithstanding). "The Living Cell" goes down as the most ridiculous educational film I've ever witnessed, and that's including La Catrina of the Pasos a Pasos Spanish curricula fame.
Books.
Lab partner and I get along very well! We've already gotten through the awkward hoops and so far, where he is experiment-savvy, I am precise and analytical in the interpretation of the data. We SO need each other. He walked me to my car today because it was dark, and I thought that was super sweet of him. I can't help it, but everytime he opens his mouth, he reminds me of Dallas Mavericks point guard, Jason Terry.
Tomorrow I don't have class until 12:30!! Granted, BodyDoc has promised she'll keep us the full three hours every time and sometimes go over, but I'm undeterred. I like her, even though she made us watch the corniest movie I have ever seen (Buttercream Gang, notwithstanding). "The Living Cell" goes down as the most ridiculous educational film I've ever witnessed, and that's including La Catrina of the Pasos a Pasos Spanish curricula fame.
Books.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I am poisonous
I survived the trek to class this morning. The neighborhood was really the worst part. I missed my quiz, but I made it just in time to turn in a piece of paper with my name on it for partial credit. No harm done.
My first day of Chemistry Lab was today. I was a little bit scared because in high school, we had to write these huge lab reports that were more like dissertations than data interpretation. Anyway, I asked how long they had to be, and he said that the worksheet-style pages in our lab manual will suffice. I was relieved.
However, the class had a small dose of relief dashed when our "favorite" classmate walked in the room. I've been meaning to write about him before but haven't had the chance. He caught my eye on the first day of class because he looks exactly like an exact combination of two people I know from SNU. His personality, we have learned, does not inspire the same sentiments.
He's one of those people who think the lecture is a discussion between the professor and only himself. He ridiculously answers every question -- even the rhetorical ones -- even when, in most cases, he has absolutely no idea what's going on, and is always adding his two cents or trying to get attention in some form or fashion.
We're sitting in lab, listening to the professor's explanation on class procedure, and the guy that will henceforth be called ASG (All Smiles Guy) walks in. There is an audible groan in the classroom, and he immediately interrupts the professor instead of being polite and inconspicuous. Everyone is thinking the same thing: cringe.
I was dreading having ASG as a lab partner, but luckily, one of Those Girls accepted his offer with stars in her eyes. The girl on his other side, who was giving him EVERY indication that she was not to be address or approached, and I became friends afterwards because I told her I felt for her. She asked me to be partners, but I had already set my things next to someone else, and it was kind of awkward, but made me feel good.
I had made a friend! Two, actually!
You've gotten the picture that ASG is an idiot. It doesn't take a rocket scientist (just a classful of novice chemists, hehe) to see that. He called our professor by his last name with no salutation before, and was sternly corrected by both the lab assistant and the professor himself. This professor likes being called "Mr. X," not even "Professor X," but ASG goes, "What? You're not my friend, X?" kind of testing the waters again and getting corrected again. New lab partner and I looked at each other, eyebrows raised, and lab partner says, "This class is going to be all smiles," hence the nickname.
Luckily, my lab partner is smart. He's a double major in pastoral leadership and chemical engineering, knows his way around the lab, and I feel confident that he can provide where I lack -- not that I'm going to leave him with all the work. But given my track record, chemistry lab could spell certain doom in the form of a massive explosion or poisonous contamination, though it might be kind of cool to have a new poisonous mixture named after me!
My first day of Chemistry Lab was today. I was a little bit scared because in high school, we had to write these huge lab reports that were more like dissertations than data interpretation. Anyway, I asked how long they had to be, and he said that the worksheet-style pages in our lab manual will suffice. I was relieved.
However, the class had a small dose of relief dashed when our "favorite" classmate walked in the room. I've been meaning to write about him before but haven't had the chance. He caught my eye on the first day of class because he looks exactly like an exact combination of two people I know from SNU. His personality, we have learned, does not inspire the same sentiments.
He's one of those people who think the lecture is a discussion between the professor and only himself. He ridiculously answers every question -- even the rhetorical ones -- even when, in most cases, he has absolutely no idea what's going on, and is always adding his two cents or trying to get attention in some form or fashion.
We're sitting in lab, listening to the professor's explanation on class procedure, and the guy that will henceforth be called ASG (All Smiles Guy) walks in. There is an audible groan in the classroom, and he immediately interrupts the professor instead of being polite and inconspicuous. Everyone is thinking the same thing: cringe.
I was dreading having ASG as a lab partner, but luckily, one of Those Girls accepted his offer with stars in her eyes. The girl on his other side, who was giving him EVERY indication that she was not to be address or approached, and I became friends afterwards because I told her I felt for her. She asked me to be partners, but I had already set my things next to someone else, and it was kind of awkward, but made me feel good.
I had made a friend! Two, actually!
You've gotten the picture that ASG is an idiot. It doesn't take a rocket scientist (just a classful of novice chemists, hehe) to see that. He called our professor by his last name with no salutation before, and was sternly corrected by both the lab assistant and the professor himself. This professor likes being called "Mr. X," not even "Professor X," but ASG goes, "What? You're not my friend, X?" kind of testing the waters again and getting corrected again. New lab partner and I looked at each other, eyebrows raised, and lab partner says, "This class is going to be all smiles," hence the nickname.
Luckily, my lab partner is smart. He's a double major in pastoral leadership and chemical engineering, knows his way around the lab, and I feel confident that he can provide where I lack -- not that I'm going to leave him with all the work. But given my track record, chemistry lab could spell certain doom in the form of a massive explosion or poisonous contamination, though it might be kind of cool to have a new poisonous mixture named after me!
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