|Two-thirds of all used car sales people are sociopaths.
||[Sep. 12th, 2010|05:49 pm]
|||||Mahaffey Drive, Richmond||]|
|||||more mentally tired actually||]|
|||||We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel||]|
Well, I've survived three weeks of the more or less 77 week grad school program thus far.
One of my classmates called it mental boot camp and I definitely agree.
I spend at least 2 hours every day reading for one class or another.
I'm handling things okay though and getting all my assignments done.
Of course with my TV shows starting in about a week, that could all go out the window.
I start one hour/week clinic desk duty tomorrow.
I officially get to work with clients in about a month or so.
I'm also going to help once a week with reminiscent therapy at a local nursing home.
Each class is interesting, challenging, etc in its own way.
For example, my psychopathology professor is very, very knowledgeable.
As a result, he presents information in very 'unique' ways.
Cases in point being my subject line for this entry as well as the following:
to be a good flirt, you must be a little bit histrionic,
asking us to determine the functioning level of someone who had just attempted suicide by quote:
seeing them come in and be 'slashed in all the right places.'
I officially now know how to give one type of intelligence assessment too,
thanks to my class in that subject.
I get to learn and administer three other types as the semester continues.
After this coming Wednesday I won't have an official boss at work anymore.
She applied for in April and recently got her dream job in the state.
I'll still have my job, doing the same duties, etc.
Instead of my current boss,
I'll instead be letting another related person about when I complete my tasks.
My current boss too though asked about hiring a part time assistant when she got her new gig.
She asked because of a great student level worker who'd be a great asset there.
The hiring people said of course.
She told me she knows my graduate work isn't going to be in a communications field,
but she wanted me to know the option's out there after I finish.
I got her a goodbye/thanks for everything card that I'm giving her Wednesday.
I'm also going to be *selfish* and ask if it's okay to keep listing her as a reference.
Socially, life is decent I guess.
I'm getting to know a few of my classmates in the clinical psychology program.
I even hung out with three of them Friday at a pizza/we have furniture party.
The people who hosted it are from Wyoming, her and her boyfriend just got their furniture.
She's in the program, he tagged along in her move but finishing up a master's thesis on line.
The other two people were friends from undergrad who are also in my grad program.
One of my professors said that disclosing our field of study will mess up our social lives.
I don't believe him because half the people I tell it to keep talking to me
(even though this professor said that this mention will kill conversations).
In fact, two people have told me they'll need my skills later,
or like one woman today at church, she said she'd be a perfect thesis case for me.
Oh well, now that I've sufficiently rambled way too much, dinner is calling my name.