Well, I started this shindig a couple months ago, during the summer, when basically the only thing going on was horses.
I was at home, jobless (but volunteering, so not a *total* deadweight), and stalled academically because obviously summer is meant to be a break and you don’t make your last summer any shorter than it already is. Either way, coming back for the fall semester I remembered how different my life is when on my university’s gorgeous campus compared to the simplicity of my tiny hometown. Each is a bubble in its own way, and I have to adjust with every move that’s longer than two days. I was looking at why I shouldn’t be a blogger and realized I was fulfilling my own prophecy. I started this as a horse “niche” blog, but when there’s so much more going on in my life than just this one (albeit very important) interest, I can’t focus my energy on it. I’m taking my own advice from the second half of that blog – I’ve got nothing to lose. So, I shall write whenever and about whatever I please and grudgingly accept that this will be another “personal” blog. ~*Feelings*~, stories, tirades, puppies, pOLitIcS (maybe, that’s a crusty can of words I’m not sure if I should even knock on, let alone open), horseys, public issues, and my (still sometimes considered bullshit) career choice. No stone unturned!
In that vein, I gave the wordpress a facelift and a new name. And I will start by recycling my first post as a *real* blogger; you see, I was selected to be a writer for my university’s school of public health career services office. While the position requires some instagram-like filtering for my language and sarcasm, you still see the picture and it doesn’t (gasp!) strip me of all my opinions and ideas writing for a school entity, which is nice. Without further ado and any of the original pictures (maybe later)…
The first semester and a half of my collegiate career, I was determined to be admitted into the very competitive School of Nursing at my university.
When I got a feel for the GPAs my peers were bringing in for admission like ribbon-winning pies (small Indiana town reference), and compared those with my own grades, I quickly realized I wasn’t all that passionate about being a nurse, at least not enough to change schools for it or possibly delay my graduation a year. From May-ish of 2013 until July-ish of 2015, I prepped and primed myself to apply to graduate school for a degree in occupational therapy. I did the suggested 30 – 40 hours a week of studying, upped my GPA to where it should have been freshman year, involved myself in clubs and organizations around campus, met with advisers, shadowed, visited reps from schools both physically and online, and acquired somewhere in the neighborhood of 500+ hours of relevant experience (thank you, in large part, to the requirements from my department).
Why is this list, which comes off as me touting my own horn, relevant? Especially when there are hundreds (if not thousands) of fellow students who have done the exact same thing (and kudos to all of you, because I know it isn’t easy)?
Firstly, it’s an insight to my perspective and what I bring to the table. Secondly, note that I said until July-ish of 2015. That’s because I’m not so sure I want to be an occupational therapist. I knew this could happen, which is why I chose the major I did. This was not always the case, however, because when recreation therapy was first suggested to me as a highly impressionable freshman, the context made it seem like a fallback. Like it was a less-than major, “Well if nothing else, you could do rec therapy, because they can work with horses?” This was through no fault of those suggesting it to me, because I do indeed REALLY like horses (see picture), but I was offended that people didn’t think I could make it to grad school (grad school at that point, = success, in my mind), and that they thought I’d automatically love a job just because “Horses!”
The more I looked into it (and by that, I mean reading over the academic bulletin/”what you will learn in this major”/schedule combo on our school of public health’s website), the more I decided this would be a great major to use as a stepping stone to OT. To me, OT was just a better, more well-paid version of RT.
And then a weird thing happened; actually there’s probably 101 different weird things that affected this, but regardless, I started to see this major, my constant companion for the past two and a half years, in a different light. I started to appreciate it and love it for what it was, and not try and use it to move on to something “better.” If this is starting to sound like the “finally fell for the friend who’s always been there” story, it’s probably because that’s fairly accurate.
Do I know where it’s going to take me? No. But, the world is my oyster and I do happen to know where I’ve been over the past four years. I can step back and see how it’s brought me to where I’m at, and hopefully I can share some little nuggets of wisdom for those more spry than my senior-status self.