Distractions

You know how when you have something really, really important to do ALL of those other things you could be doing become really, really even More important?

I've got it BAD this semester. We just started back last week after a three week hiatus. I am taking Obstetrics and Pediatrics which I have been looking forward to since I started the program. Unfortunately, after my summer semester I am simply burned out on nursing school. I am just having a hard time mustering up a good givafuck.

Instead, I have been enjoying hanging out with my two spectacular roommates, having fun discussions with Wesley about this that and the other, and virtually anything I can find to do that doesn't involve studying or working on careplans. Truth is, I don't care how many centimeters a woman's cervix can be dilated and labor still be delayed (up to 4, by the way). Or maybe I do. I know I at least care about graduating seeing as how the rest of my life depends on it and all.

In other news, Wesley and I are going to Jackson for the weekend. It is our four year anniversary since our very first date. As a matter of fact, I'm sitting at the table next to the one we sat in on our first date at this coffeehouse (where I came to study). We are going to see my mom and step-dad, my dad and brother, my grandmother, and my surrogate family throughout high school, the Hall-Shaffery's. It should be a blast of a weekend with mimosa brunches, boat rides, barbeques, and a hot date on Saturday night. Wesley also says he has a surprise planned for me. I have no bloomin' idea what it is and am dying to find out! All I know is that it may or may not have something to do with a microwave... I know. Your guess is as good as mine.

Are you a hiccup murderer?

You know you are guilty. We all are. Atone for your sins by watching this funny little animated short.

Blogger Hiatus

It's a dirty little trick we play on one another to disappear from the virtual coffeeshop that is blogging. I doubt it is ever intentional but the silent treatment can be just as unpleasant here as it is in reality. I know I have worried about a person's health a time or two when I didn't get to read any antics for a stretch. Even though I've only got a small group of blogbuddies (that I love dearly), I'm sorry for leaving you guys on the hooks.

So here I am. Back in Bloggerland for a visit. Life has been moving at warp-speed for the past couple of months. I've had times when I could have sat down and tapped something out on the keyboard but I just wasn't sure what pieces to share. I did start to write about the conclusion of my internship at the institution for mental retardation. This is how far I got before saving it and forgetting about it:

I have come to the end of yet another semester at SBFU (Southern Baptists Fundies University). The summer semester started off well with prospects of learning new things at my clinical site and my psychology internship site. I did indeed learn a myriad of things at both places. Some fall under the category of 'text book knowledge' and many things fall under the auspices of 'the truth about reality.'

I learned the sad truth that even at a facility where hard work, dedication, and advocacy can be found, clients are still often treated in a sub-ethical way. The inappropriate things I saw and heard about were typically sins of neglect rather than abuse. They were nonetheless heart breaking. Many of these children cannot communicate and advocate for themselves and therefore can be subjected to somewhat legal but definitely unethical treatment. It broke my heart. My last day was on Wednesday (July 25th) and I was so grateful. I fell in love with the children I worked with and their lives both inspired me and broke my heart. It isn't something I can readily describe beyond that point. One must experience such a thing in order to understand it I think. Or maybe I'm just bad with words.

I am in Asheville right now. I have been here for two weeks and have a week left before I have to go home and start classes again. The first week we had visitors from Michigan and Memphis, as well as a weekend long meeting in Greenville, SC. My mom got into town before I even got the first three people on their planes. We had a very pleasant visit during the five days she was here. She and Wesley got to know each other better and it was wonderful to see them getting along so splendidly. Also, I will have pictures from our visit to the Biltmore estate and hiking expeditions on my gallery website soon.

Life is busy, life is good. It's moving along at a happy pace towards a destination that I am looking forward to reaching. The storyline might be changing sometime in the near future and I look forward to that.