Thank my sister for my crushed OT identity…

Last night, my mom and I went to pick up my sister at the airport. I was wearing my OT jacket that most of the girls in my class wear constantly (see above), and it has my full name embroidered on it. In retrospect it would have been cooler (and safer) to just have my first name, but hindsight is 20/20. ANYWAY, she saw my jacket and started laughing. She was like….OT isn't a sport…and you aren't on a team…and your full name is embroidered on it…that is so funny…you all seriously wear those?….etc etc etc

And so then I punched her in the face.

No, just kidding, but she did temporarily crush my OT soul. Or at least my OT fashion sense.

Dec 21, 2007 | Category: Occupational Therapy | Comments: 2