Two last things, and a cookie

1) Hillary, the OT little sib of my classmate Allison, said tonight she checks out my blog sometimes to see what fieldwork can be like and to see how the current schooling really does tie in with fieldwork…that made me happy. She is also, btw, appalled at my cat….lolol

2) Several different OT girls now have told me they recently had an impromptu lecture from the department chair, on why using the Internet to post negative things about the school program is bad. And that most of them were wondering “is she talking about Karen’s blog?” during the lecture, and I admit when I first heard this, I was worried too that the chair was indirectly referring to my blog, but I am pretty sure that is not the case, after further self-analysis. I am dying to know what prompted such a lecture, though.

I don’t think it’s me because I almost never talk specifically about professors or classmates or anything in a negative way, and even when I do rant, I never just rant about my program. I try really hard, even when I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT TO on bad days, to not specifically diss my program, because um, burning bridges is not cool (unless you are an arsonist), and every program has its ups and downs, blah blah blah. Plus, as far as I know, none of my professors actually acknowledge my virtual existence or keep up with my blog, so I doubt I’d be brought up elsewhere if I haven’t even been approached personally about offensive content or something.

And um, yeah. That’s all I wanted to say. Boo-ya.

Good night again for REALZ!!!11111!!!1111 this time. Yes, I’m very professional.

PS: In a startling show of generosity, after last night’s post about crying and being overwhelmed, “Cookie Gimp” (a man with spina binifda who thinks OTs should bake HIM cookies instead of vice-versa, and who has definitely opened my eyes to startling controversial perspectives on rehab), offered to share half a cookie with me.

Sep 12, 2008 | Category: Occupational Therapy | Comments: 1

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