I am supposed to be studying for my first final this quarter/semester that is tomorrow, but I have successfully procrastinated for about 3 hours. Don't get me wrong, I studied yesterday, and the day before. And I also studied earlier today--twice!
But tonight, instead of studying, I have showered, fed myself, watched an episode of House, discovered a funny blog, caught up on a more sobering blog, and am now blogging myself. :)
Those things are accomplishments, right?
Fine. I'll study.
PS I also altered the colors on my blog page.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
PT School: proof of fun.
The DPT Class of 2012 of UCSF/SFSU is fortunate enough to have a talented video artist, Tin Pham, within the ranks. Since the first video he showed, I knew he was sharing some cool stuff, and this most recent video pretty much has me as one of the main characters/singers. I figured that it is time to share them all in one place:
Intimidation Videos for a Flip Cup Rivalry with the Second Year DPT Students:
Side Note: I am not in the first few videos very much, and I wasn't even able to attend the final showdown of Flip Cup because of a wedding back east...but I don't think we won.
October (The pictures of people dressed up is at my Lady Gaga party. I'm the one in the blond wig)
This is the video where I'm actually filmed. And I'm singing my heart out. I also managed to work with Brianna and a few others to feed all 25 of us that were there all weekend. It was awesome.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sometimes there is rain.
I moved to California under the impression that it was the Golden State due to its sunny nature. Then I found out that it's only named this because the grass all dies in the summer due to lack of rain, and so the hills literally appear "gold"--or so someone thought. This statement reminds me of how green Greenland is, not that I've been.
We've been caught in a few days of rain. Today it appeared gorgeous this morning, and I believed that it would remain this way all day (especially since we had a reprieve yesterday). Regardless, I was wrong, and I rode my bike home in the rain. While some might find this dirty and cold, which it was; it was also incredibly fun, and it made me feel alive.
Also, the city has recently revealed that it isn't all chilly, bleak, rainy days. These are a few shots I've taken with my iphone.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Hello 2010.
Ha! Remember that time I blogged? Ya, me neither. :)
Well, I made a new year's resolution: to blog 1x/month. Unfortunately, based on the current date, I've already failed. But I am unwilling to completely fail: so here I am trying to make up for January (we're not too far into February, right?). I made this new year's resolution because of a comment from my long lost Pookster, Katie O, who resides in Kenya and rarely gets to catch up with me. I figured that others might also be curious about what I've been up to as well.
Not much has changed, really, since I last blogged in JULY 2009. Wow, that's embarrassing: July. Anyway, not much has changed except my wonderful growing knowledge of PT and life and love and new friends...Yes, I have had time for a few things despite my schedule. However, these aren't always easy to manage. As I write this, I am procrastinating studying more for a midterm tomorrow in Physiology on the kidneys and the GI tract. Exciting as they can be, I'm tired of solute channels and the causes of osmotic diarrhea. Though, speaking of weird bodily functions, please share any with me, as my new favorite thing seems to parsing out diagnoses and illnesses with their respective medication lists. No joke. Really. Try me.
I did have a fantastic January in my program: I was able to participate in my very first clinical rotation at a hospital in San Francisco. Three times per week I spent my afternoons shadowing a PT in the acute care (read: with pretty sick people) and then eventually, I saw some patients under the supervision of the PT. It was cool! And it was exhausting: both mentally and physically AND emotionally. On my first day, I saw an elderly couple (separately, as one was in the ICU) who were in the same car accident. They had both already spent an extended amount of time in the hospital and were recovering from fractured pelvises and legs, diaphragm ruptures, and emergency surgery to save their lives. And now they were basically living in the hospital with no family to speak of. This hit me pretty hard. I had to go in and work with each of them on moving their arms and legs (in PT speak=range of motion, ROM). Both were a little resistant and distrusting of all the people bustling in and out of their rooms. I can understand why, too: bells, alarms, buzzers all go off constantly in the hospital at all hours--especially in the ICU. There is such thing at ICU psychosis, and I definitely can see why. Anywho, I saw each of them several times during my rotation, but they both remain in the hospital as far as I know. Luckily, the nurses and staff were willing to go out on a limb for them, since they had been there so long, and they arranged for them to get together (for one to get rolled down to ICU to see the other). I wasn't there for the reunion, but I think they at least were grateful to see a familiar face.
In the midst of the clinical, I also had class. Now that the rotation is over, I just have class. This is a slight bummer as we average 25-30 hrs/week. I understand that this sounds lovely compared to working full-time, but it's a little hard when those are just hours spent listening, not necessarily synthesizing information. However, I have definitely been able to have some information start sinking into my brain--and it feels so amazing.
This is turning into a longer break from studying than I was anticipating, but I think it was worth it.
Well, I made a new year's resolution: to blog 1x/month. Unfortunately, based on the current date, I've already failed. But I am unwilling to completely fail: so here I am trying to make up for January (we're not too far into February, right?). I made this new year's resolution because of a comment from my long lost Pookster, Katie O, who resides in Kenya and rarely gets to catch up with me. I figured that others might also be curious about what I've been up to as well.
Not much has changed, really, since I last blogged in JULY 2009. Wow, that's embarrassing: July. Anyway, not much has changed except my wonderful growing knowledge of PT and life and love and new friends...Yes, I have had time for a few things despite my schedule. However, these aren't always easy to manage. As I write this, I am procrastinating studying more for a midterm tomorrow in Physiology on the kidneys and the GI tract. Exciting as they can be, I'm tired of solute channels and the causes of osmotic diarrhea. Though, speaking of weird bodily functions, please share any with me, as my new favorite thing seems to parsing out diagnoses and illnesses with their respective medication lists. No joke. Really. Try me.
I did have a fantastic January in my program: I was able to participate in my very first clinical rotation at a hospital in San Francisco. Three times per week I spent my afternoons shadowing a PT in the acute care (read: with pretty sick people) and then eventually, I saw some patients under the supervision of the PT. It was cool! And it was exhausting: both mentally and physically AND emotionally. On my first day, I saw an elderly couple (separately, as one was in the ICU) who were in the same car accident. They had both already spent an extended amount of time in the hospital and were recovering from fractured pelvises and legs, diaphragm ruptures, and emergency surgery to save their lives. And now they were basically living in the hospital with no family to speak of. This hit me pretty hard. I had to go in and work with each of them on moving their arms and legs (in PT speak=range of motion, ROM). Both were a little resistant and distrusting of all the people bustling in and out of their rooms. I can understand why, too: bells, alarms, buzzers all go off constantly in the hospital at all hours--especially in the ICU. There is such thing at ICU psychosis, and I definitely can see why. Anywho, I saw each of them several times during my rotation, but they both remain in the hospital as far as I know. Luckily, the nurses and staff were willing to go out on a limb for them, since they had been there so long, and they arranged for them to get together (for one to get rolled down to ICU to see the other). I wasn't there for the reunion, but I think they at least were grateful to see a familiar face.
In the midst of the clinical, I also had class. Now that the rotation is over, I just have class. This is a slight bummer as we average 25-30 hrs/week. I understand that this sounds lovely compared to working full-time, but it's a little hard when those are just hours spent listening, not necessarily synthesizing information. However, I have definitely been able to have some information start sinking into my brain--and it feels so amazing.
This is turning into a longer break from studying than I was anticipating, but I think it was worth it.
Monday, July 6, 2009
honeymoons and fluff and...stress
You know how people talk about the honeymoon period in relationships? That time when you just LOVE who you are with and every single thing that you do together? Well, I feel like that was kind of how I was feeling about my relationship with grad school just a little bit ago, like the last time I blogged. I mean, I mentioned that it's hectic and all, but I hadn't even made it through the second week.
Week 4 is different. I'm older, more mature, and I've had a midterm already. Ya, say goodbye to those carefree days of not being tested. I didn't do as well as I wanted on the midterm, so I'm already studying for the final for this particular class, which only lasts half a quarter. The final is a week from this Thursday. I mean, whoa.
I also realized that after spending $350 on books (all on extreme sale/used from Amazon.com), I actually managed to miss 5 other books that I am supposed to have on hand at this point. Wtf? Can't a girl catch a break here? I already purchased 8 books. Remember the good ole days of 1-2 books per class?
Well, my griping really isn't going to help me learn any muscle attachments and innervations, so I guess it's time to get back to work!
Week 4 is different. I'm older, more mature, and I've had a midterm already. Ya, say goodbye to those carefree days of not being tested. I didn't do as well as I wanted on the midterm, so I'm already studying for the final for this particular class, which only lasts half a quarter. The final is a week from this Thursday. I mean, whoa.
I also realized that after spending $350 on books (all on extreme sale/used from Amazon.com), I actually managed to miss 5 other books that I am supposed to have on hand at this point. Wtf? Can't a girl catch a break here? I already purchased 8 books. Remember the good ole days of 1-2 books per class?
Well, my griping really isn't going to help me learn any muscle attachments and innervations, so I guess it's time to get back to work!
Monday, June 22, 2009
mondays...
pt school is undergrad on crack. i had quite the week, last week, navigating how to get to school, bringing the right texts, wearing the right clothes, bringing enough food, getting access to a bike cage, working out students loans, oh, and then i was learning stuff all week, too. whew. the weekend was a tiny bit of a catch up, but not as much as i would have liked. grad school = intense.
i had 8 hours of class today. that's a lot of class. it was also ALL anatomy. so gloria, my cadaver, and i got to spend a lot of quality time together today. it was mostly good. sometimes stinky. other times incredibly stinky.
i had 8 hours of class today. that's a lot of class. it was also ALL anatomy. so gloria, my cadaver, and i got to spend a lot of quality time together today. it was mostly good. sometimes stinky. other times incredibly stinky.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
The first steps to becoming a physical therapist.
It's 3 pm on a Saturday. Can you guess where I am? Usually this question has a million potential answers, however, from here on out, I think that there will be a 80% chance that my whereabouts will be consistent at any given time/day of the week: I'll either be at UCSF or SFSU in class, or I'll be at the UCSF library. I'm at the library right now. I am sitting facing a giant window that looks out over the Sunset, Golden Gate Park, and beyond to the Golden Gate Bridge. The view is absolutely stunning.
I am here to focus, which I have been doing for a good while now. But, now I need a little break, so here I am to update you on my personal progress towards a DPT degree. Firstly, I've thrown out a few acronyms. Allow me to introduce you to some of my new vernacular: UCSF = University of California at San Francisco; SFSU = San Francisco State University; DPT = Doctorate of Physical Therapy. That's right folks, I'll be Dr. Manley soon enough. (Actually, I don't think that I'll ever have anyone call me that, but it's fun to say that I might.)
A.D.D. kicked in here. I think I tried to study again for a while. Then I left.
My weekend schedule ended up looking a lot like this:
Friday afternoon: left school at 5pm, drinks with Megan 6pm
Friday night: passed out by 9:30pm watching a movie
Saturday morning: awake and studying 7:45am - 9am, breakfast 9-10am
Saturday Library study time: 11am - 5pm.
Saturday evening: Dinner out
Sunday morning: date with the NYtimes 9am - 11am, study 11am - 12pm
Sunday afternoon: haircut by Megan :) Frameline film festival movie viewing in the Castro
Sunday evening: Megan labored 2.5 hours making my Mom's lasagna with her homemade sauce while I studied and took a take home quiz.
I mean, I had some time to be human, but that study schedule is a little ridiculous, no?
I am here to focus, which I have been doing for a good while now. But, now I need a little break, so here I am to update you on my personal progress towards a DPT degree. Firstly, I've thrown out a few acronyms. Allow me to introduce you to some of my new vernacular: UCSF = University of California at San Francisco; SFSU = San Francisco State University; DPT = Doctorate of Physical Therapy. That's right folks, I'll be Dr. Manley soon enough. (Actually, I don't think that I'll ever have anyone call me that, but it's fun to say that I might.)
A.D.D. kicked in here. I think I tried to study again for a while. Then I left.
My weekend schedule ended up looking a lot like this:
Friday afternoon: left school at 5pm, drinks with Megan 6pm
Friday night: passed out by 9:30pm watching a movie
Saturday morning: awake and studying 7:45am - 9am, breakfast 9-10am
Saturday Library study time: 11am - 5pm.
Saturday evening: Dinner out
Sunday morning: date with the NYtimes 9am - 11am, study 11am - 12pm
Sunday afternoon: haircut by Megan :) Frameline film festival movie viewing in the Castro
Sunday evening: Megan labored 2.5 hours making my Mom's lasagna with her homemade sauce while I studied and took a take home quiz.
I mean, I had some time to be human, but that study schedule is a little ridiculous, no?
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